We are trying to get into the Christmas spirit, we really are. The kids come home from school, Sunday school, the gym--always with a new ornament they made (glue and glitter everywhere). We've put up the (super small) tree and i've been doing my (middling) best to decorate the house. I'm trying. I love Christmas; I just prefer someone else decorates. Last weekend, we got together with our city cousins to hit the Walnut Room. THE Walnut Room. Turns out it was a 4-hour wait. Insane. So we decided to meander around Macy's while we waited and go see Santa. Santa was a 2 hour wait.
So instead of waiting in a long line in a hot store, surrounded by whiny kids and screaming babies, and expensive toys, we went outside (in the rain) to see the windows. They were whimsical and just the thing to save the boys' moods.
Instead of waiting it out for the Walnut Room, we wandered up the street and went to Elephant and Castle. Mmmm, Bass Ale and Yorkshire dinner. Yummy. The kids waited really well, especially given the fact they spent nearly the entire day waiting for one thing or another.
Brice and Uncle David. I've said this before, but I inherited a GREAT family when I married Seth. Aunts and uncles and cousins everywhere. Uncle David was the first I met, when Seth and I were dating. He tried to corner me on some theological issue the first time I met him and I loved him right away.
The next day, both boys came down with the flu. Brice woke up with a raging fever and Harry succumbed later in the day. That evening, we were all cozied into my bed, everyone with their favorite blanket and pillow. Then, Harry threw up and managed to hit everyone's blanket and pillow. Then Brice was overcome with empathetic nausea and threw up all over my carpet. Awesome.
Yesterday, with both boys still tenaciously holding onto their fevers, we hit the most obvious place to see Santa--Bass Pro Shop. That's right, yo!! We went at 3:15 and were told to come back at 7:30. WTW??? So we went over to IKEA and headed back at the allotted time. Here's Harry sitting in the cart--he refused to have his picture taken. Seth took off with Brice to wander around the store. And of course, just as he left, the line started moving. And by the time we were within spitting distance of Santa himself, still no Seth. The dad behind us had mercy on me and took off to try and find him. And he did. Crazy! Both boys decided they actually did not want to see Santa, so we had to drag them both up to Santa and pose with them. Harry was screaming in the picture. Brice refused to look at the camera and was looking gloomily in the distance. But both managed to spit out what they wanted for Christmas (web shooter and remote control train) when Santa asked. Whew!!
This is the guy who was working the carousel. Doesn't he look thrilled?
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