4: number of hours we spent together today as a family...on the New Jersey Turnpike (the game was played in northern New Jersey).
4 million: number of hours the same drive felt like listening to three kids sing every Christmas carol known to man in Giglimish, a make believe language.
33: number of DVDs and CDs that fell into a gigantic mud/ice puddle when I opened my car door in the arena parking lot.
15: number of people who were excited to learn that my family was sitting in their row.
3, 453, 876: number of calories consumed within in two hour period by my three children in the form of popcorn, cotton candy, hot dogs, chips, and M&M's.
4: number of times Kellen went to the bathroom during the first half.
1: number of contact lenses that inexplicably fell out of my eye as I was changing Cameron's pants on an empty seat on the top (abandoned) row in our seating section during halftime.
2: number of my husband's former classmates who stopped by to say "hi" while Tim was holding a screaming half-dressed baby and I was on my hands and knees digging through candy wrappers and peanut shells looking for my missing contact lens.
200: number of my husband's former classmates who will hear through the alumni grapevine how well we are handling four children.
0: number of moving blobs I could distinguish as life forms after failing to find my contact lens (I have 20/400 vision).
523: number of times Cortlen accidentally kicked the back of the man's chair in front of us.
523: number of times I asked the man in front of Cortlen if I could buy him a Coke, soft pretzel, nacho plate, or illegal narcotic.
3: number of children who asked me with a straight face if they could have ice cream when we got home.
Googleplex: Number of times we'll do this again if we get the chance. It was worth every penny, tear, apology, and minute of temporary blindness.