The First Time Driving Experience!

The First Time Driving Experience!

In all my blogging and writing, I totally forgot to share the lovely story about Titus’ first moments behind the wheel in my Denali!!

You guys… forgive me!

This is an epic moment that must be shared with the world!!

Also, there are no pictures to emphasize the moment… just some fun dialogue.

So, last week, after a long day, I took the whole family with me into town to the grocery store.

We hadn’t been out of the house at all for a while, and we needed to at least get out for a drive.

Now, the kids stayed in the car while I ran into the store really quick, and when I got back to the car I decided to give Titus his chance he had been begging for to practice driving.

I drove to the High School and parked in the parking lot.

Titus was sitting in the passenger seat, all excited to the point he wasn’t sitting still anymore.

Levi (the self-proclaimed “back seat driver”) was in the back, pumping us all up for the event that was to follow moments later.

“Ok Titus… this is it! The moment you have been waiting for! Just don’t kill us all!”

I got out of the driver’s seat, Titus got out of the passenger seat, and we traded places.

Titus settled in the driver’s seat and I told him to adjust everything so he felt comfortable in his “driving position.”

Now, he’s 6ft 3in without his shoes on, so this took a little adjustment… not much, but enough to take him off balance for a second.

He looked at all the “controls” in front of him and I began to tell him what was most important for this first lesson…

Me: “Bruh… seatbelt first my dear.”

Titus: “Uh… oh yeah. I need to do that.”

Levi in the back: “Yep…we’re all gonna die.”

Me: “Shush you! Peanut gallery is now silent. Thank you!”

Titus: “What do I do to put it in gear?”

Me: “Okay, so you have to press the brake first, before you try to move the gear shift…”
Titus: “This thing?” Grabs gear shift and almost moves it without foot on the brake.

Me: “BRAKE!! Yes… that thing. Brake first…”

Titus puts foot on brake.

Me: “There ya go…”

Titus slowly moved the gear shift handle and eased his foot off the brake pedal.

And we slowly eased forward.

Titus: “Whoa! So you don’t even have to press on the gas to make it move forward?!”

Me: “Yep. That’s how it works, my dear.”

Titus: “Oh, this is so cool!”

So, we continued down the length of the parking lot a ways, and I encouraged him to use the gas pedal, “Just put your foot on the gas and press lightly…”

And we LURCHED forward as the engine revved up in beast-mode.

Levi: “Floor it, Titus! Go like 30MPH!”

The car immediately slows down again.

Micah: “Uhm, are we sure this is a good idea?”

Me: “Titus will not be flooring it to any speed, right Titus?”

Titus: “Nah… I’m good with this right here.”

The car continues to creep down the parking lot length, at a leisurely pace…

Me: “Okay, Titus. Now you EASE onto the brake and get ready to turn and go back up the other side. Got it?”

The end of the parking lot gets closer, and closer…

Me: “Titus? Brake dear.”

Titus smashes the brake with his giant foot.

The car comes to a harsh stop.

Titus: “I think I need a little practice with this. And you were right, Mom. Your pedals ARE sensitive!”

Me: “Okay, now turn. And they aren’t that sensitive… boy you got big feet! Haha!”

We go up and down the parking lot a couple of times, until we get to the back end where there are ZERO cars parked.

Me: “Wanna try to park it?”
Titus: “Uh… okaaaay.”

Me: “Alright. So, you are going to turn into one of these empty spaces. Try to get the Denali between the white lines. It’s okay if you don’t get it the first time. It’s a big car.”

Titus picks a spot and starts to turn in.

Me: “Remember, you have to stop before you hit the cement bar there.”

The car is still moving at the same speed.

Levi: “Ohhh… we’re gonna crash!”

Me: “Titus… Titus!”

Brakes applied… no, slammed.

The car stops as if it actually DID hit the cement.

Levi: “Oh Whew! That was close! Is everyone okay?”

Micah: “No. I’m gonna need therapy now.”

Titus: “Oh come on! It wasn’t that bad!”

Me: “Well… it was a good first try. Open the door and see if you are on the white line or not.”

Titus opens his door. “Oh! Mom! It’s perfect!”

I opened my door to see. Yep! It was a good parking job! Well… Minus the lurching.

He wanted to go around again, and try parking again a second time, too.

So, around we went.

Amid the shouts of “Go faster!” and “We’re all gonna die!” “Don’t kill us Titus!” and “I can’t wait till I’m driving, too!” “Speed up!” “Slow down!” and much more from the peanut gallery in the backseat.

A few more loops around the parking lot, and he gradually turned into another empty parking space.

The brakes weren’t hit so hard this time, and the parking between the lines was even better!

This time, I got out and told him to get out and take a picture of his parking job.

Titus was so excited!

He got out, took the picture, and then we traded places so I could drive us home.

We got in the car and buckled our seatbelts.

Titus: “I did pretty good, didn’t I?”

Me: “Yes! You did! Was it exciting?”

Levi: “Next time you need to just go really fast, Titus!”

Titus: “Nah. I’m working my way up to it. I’m pretty proud of what I did today, though.”

Me: “Yeah. You did good!”

Titus turned to me, smiled really big and said, “I mastered 10 M P H.”

Lifetime Boy-Mom, First Time Girl-Mom: Send Help!

Lifetime Boy-Mom, First Time Girl-Mom: Send Help!

I know boys. I have four of them.

I have had boys for 15 years.

In the fall of 2018, I took a positive pregnancy test, and in the winter, I was informed that I was carrying twins.

I already had three boys. I wondered for weeks if I would have five boys, three boys and two girls, or four boys and one girl…

The day of truth arrived before Spring of 2019.

For weeks Baby B was confirmed a boy, but Baby A was definitely undetermined! Baby A was hiding at every ultrasound!

Baby A finally let us know that she is a girl close to the middle of the second trimester, and the poor ultrasound tech would check again at EVERY visit, at my request, just to make sure we weren’t making a mistake! Ha!

I was in denial!

I was terrified!

What was I going to do with a girl???

I had no idea what I was doing!

It didn’t matter that I had experience by helping raise my little sisters, who were 10 and 12 years younger than me!

It didn’t matter that I am also a woman!

My first thoughts were, “I hate pink! People are going to get me pink stuff! What will I do with pink stuff?!”

And also, “What if she falls down, gets hurt, is dainty and fragile? What if she’s moody?!”

These might seem like petty questions to experienced Girl-Moms out there, but it was no joke to my frightened self!

And then, the twins were born, Summer of 2019.

And the first time those “True Blue” eyes looked up at me, I didn’t care anymore.

Buy the pink stuff!

Buy the ruffles and glitter!

Mommy will be there every time she falls!

Mommy will be there every time she gets hurt, is sick, sad, scared, or anything else!

Now… What people sat back and giggled at, and never gave me fair warning of, was the months that followed the birth.

Granted, when they were inside the womb, we confirmed that “Baby A (aka, the girl)” was mean and quite the bully. But I resigned that to the fact that there were TWO babies in the space that is generally occupied by only one. Fighting for space was a given…

Yeah…

We were wrong.

Enter present time, where the twins are now 15 months old (today!), and the whole “girl drama” thing I have heard so much about, I have discovered, is REAL!

Y’all…

Send help!!

How does this stuff work, people???

She’s a toddler going on 16 already!

Is this a thing?!

Is this normal for girls???

Don’t get me wrong… Those blue eyes are pure, innocent, and sweet, and I adore every inch of her personality!

BUT!

The ATTITUDE is unprecedented in my world!

This sweet, squeaky, giggly, bubbly, smiling, laughing, adorable little girl is a BEAST!

She dominates the room. Every room!

You know how babies share when it suits them? Yeah, she doesn’t share at all!

She will swipe, take, steal, grab, and hijack anything from anyone she can, especially her twin.

She will become enraged when things are taken back or kept from her attempts to take them for herself.

She will smack the face of anyone who opposes her, gets in her way, or tells her “no.”

She loves with her hands, with hugs, love pats, and often a decent smack to the head or chest.

She loves with her voice, by cooing, humming, yelling, and sometimes screaming at the top of her lungs while chasing someone around to “love” with her hands.

She’s dramatic in EVERY way, both in her excitement, sadness, and especially her anger.

When my baby girl enters a room, her presence is KNOWN from one wall to the other.

Again, she is 15 months old. LOL

My daughter (that still sounds so different to me!) is a clever child! She is highly intelligent!

She mimics movements, sounds, words, and initiates games with people to play with her.

She loves music, some cartoons, books, and all things interactive.

And, like a girl after my own heart, she refuses to keep those big, fluffy, ruffly headbands on her head!

Score!

This is the first of many years for this mama, learning new lessons, feeling new emotions, and many other things related to family changes.

I’ve been a boy-mom for a decade and a half.

I have learned how to deal with the boy drama, broken bones, bloody noses, mud, bugs, reptiles, video games, stampedes through the house, weird creatures and items in the laundry, stains on every item of clothing, Autism, Anxiety and emotional trauma, boy puberty, and so much more!

Now, I get to learn all these things with a girl.

Am I terrified? YEP!

Am I excited? If I were asked this question before she was born, I would have said NO.

But now, as I face-off with my literal “mini-me,” screaming at me, and stomping her feet (for real), with those bright blues even brighter next to her angry, pink cheeks, I have to say I am pretty excited!

I have always loved a challenge.

And I am pretty sure God took one look at my ‘pre-twin’ situation and said, “Challenge Accepted!”

Let the fun begin, and may the odds be ever in… my favor?