Then Saturday we enjoyed a quieter evening at home. Grandpa and Grandma Lindley joined us for dinner. Thenwe finished the evenign with brownie sudae's, opening presents and playing the Wii.
I intended to start this post with an apology....but in all honesty...I can't say that I am sorry that my blog has been neglected for the past several weeks. We have been enjoying what one might refer to as a Holiday Hiatus of sorts. We traveled to Las Vegas for Thanksgiving break and enjoyed several days of being spoiled by my Mom's hospitality and holiday goodies. (it's just not the holiday's without peanut butter fudge and chex mix). We then returned and enjoyed a wonderfully relaxing Christmas. Some of the highlights were: our 2nd annual Christmas Eve Seafood dinner. Last year we decided to celebrate Christmas Eve with Wade's parents by hosting a seafood dinner in our home. It was such a huge hit we brought it back for round two this year. Our Holiday feast included shrimp scampi, lobster tail and crab legs along with stuffed mushrooms, twice baked potatoes, vegetables and garlic cheese biscuts. Then Grandma and Grandpa Lindley joined us again Christmas morning to watch the boys open their presents and enjoy a breakfast of peach french toast.We later enjoyed a Christmas dinner of prime rib, grandma's famous shredded cream potatoes and spaghetti squash. We spent the next several days in our pj's challenging each other on the wii and games we recieved for christmas.
As with most things in life...all good things must come to an end. Tomorrow life resumes... but not without some great memories and a few extra pounds.
One regret I do have... I was enjoying 'the moments' so much... I didn't capture them on film.
We tried this new soup last week and it was a huge hit. (Even Colby liked it! and normally he won't touch squash.) They liked it so much we are having it again tonight. So for all you squash lovers out there....
Project #2 Dejunk my downstair and make a trip to the D.I.
Project #3 My sister Debbi actually inspired this project. Since Ryan was about 2 we have tried to write down the cute and funny things our boys say, up until now we have just kept them on sheet of paper in thier baby books... Now they are in books that we can all look at and they are much easier for me to keep up with. The boys had a great time last night looking through them and we all had lots of laughs remebering the funny and cute things they've said.
Ryan received an invitation from his scout leaders, Sunday evening, inviting him to dress like a character in his favorite book for his pack meeting on Wednesday. Monday evening Ryan had decided that he wanted to dress like Harry Potter. So Tuesday after school we took a trip to deseret industries to see if we could find a black robe. Taylor informed us upon entering the store that he wanted to go look at the toys. Colby volunteered to go with him while Ryan and I looked for bathrobes. After a few minutes of looking I heard a muffled announcement over the intercom..." Attention all customers, " the rest of the message sounded like the 'teacher' on the peanuts cartoon. Ryan and I found a black, shiny robe that he was happy with...but it was missing the belt... so we went to another part of the store to look through the belts. On our way I told Ryan I was going to check on Colby and Taylor in the toy isle. They weren't there so I went to check for them in the book section. A couple of times while I was wandering around I hear the muffled message again, but I wasn't concerned about what the 'blue light special' was for the day. Colby and Taylor weren't in the book section either so I found Ryan and told him I was going to the front of the store to look for them. As I approached the checkout area I heard the message again. "Attention all customers, if you have lost your child please go to register 1". I still wasn't alarmed by the message because I was sure that Colby and Taylor were together and that they weren't lost....that was until, Colby came up behind me and said "Mom, I can't find Taylor."
So I very calmly made my way to register 1. When I approached the register there was a line of customers waiting to be helped. So I walked to the opposite end in hopes of catching her attention and avoiding the line. But the cashier was flustered and was ignoring my "excuse me ma'am" So I just stepped to the end of the line. As I was waiting in line I heard the announcement over the intercom again. Then things got really interesting.
Lady at register 5, calling to lady at register 1, "Isn't that sad?"
Lady at register 1, "Really sad."
Lady at 5, " Some parent doesn't even know they've lost their child"
Lady at 1, " That poor kid"
customer checking out at 5 " Yeah, Those parents that just let their kids run wild through the store."
At this point, I was the front of the line and as Lady at 1 made eye contact with me, she must have sensed that I wasn't there to pay for the black robe I was holding and the smile on her face dropped as I said " I heard the announcement about the lost child and I believe he is mine. "
Lady at 5, " Did you hear us?"
Me " yes"
Lady at 5, " I am so sorry ."
Me " You know this little incident has taught me a very valuable lesson. We really shouldn't judge people. You don't know me... and you don't know anything about the situation... You were just making assumptions about me and what kind of parent you THINK I am. That's whats sad."
She apologized again as she picked up her phone to call for someone to escort me into the 'employee's only" door and into an office to where Taylor sat.
We finished our shopping and proceeded to check out 2, which was now open, to pay for our items. As I was paying the lady from register 1 turns around and pats me on the shoulder and says"Don't beat yourself up about it" to which all I could think to say was " Oh, I won't". She looked kind of puzzled as she mumbled " Oh,...Good some people would" and turned to help the next customer.
I'm sure my picture is now hanging in the D.I. With the words "Bad Mother" posted beneath it.
Colby took a picture of Taylor and I.
Colby and I taking our own picture.
