Saturday night was BECU night at Costco where they offered free pictures with Santa. I dressed the kids in their matching sweaters (even Halea) and prepared by taking some practice pictures of all four kids on our couch ~ that didn't turn out very well. No big surprise there.
We packed the kids in the van and drove to Costco. Parker got in a bad mood in the van and since he's a little grudge holder, he was still in a bad mood as we headed in to Costco. He maintained the bad mood as we got in line for pictures. He was angry and howling about who know's what. Ryan decided to take all three boys for a walk while I waited in line. He came back twenty minutes later ~ and I may have moved five feet. He took the boys away again. In the next ten minutes, the line moved at lightening speed. I found myself at the front of the line with my beautiful little girl who was wearing a boy sweater and NO ONE to match her. She got santa pictures by herself.
I was irritated at first. Irritated that there are so many cheap people who want free santa pictures. Irritated that my four year old has the impeccable timing he does, and decides to get in one of "his moods" at the worst times. Irritated that my sweet, supportive, dad-of-the-year husband didn't come back to check on me. Irritated that my phone drown in my purse that morning when my water bottle dumped so I couldn't call my sweetheart and tell him to come back. And irritated that my baby girl had to wear a boy sweater for solo santa pictures ~I would have dressed her in something pink and frilly if I had know she would have been alone.
In the spirit of Thanksgiving, and as my irritation has subsided I realized how grateful I am that Costco does this each year and I can't blame anyone for taking advantage of it the way we try to. I'm also grateful for Parker's strong spirit, even if it gets in the way of my plans sometimes. Blessed that I have my husband and best friend wrapped in to one amazing person that I get to share my life with. Still looking for the silver lining of my phone dying, but I'm sure I'll find it. And I feel blessed to have a beautiful daughter who can look adorable in whatever she's wearing. I do recognize that I have an awesome life and I'm grateful for it.
Happy Thanksgiving!
1 comment:
Poor Bonks!! That's pretty funny, really. Although, I'm SURE it didn't seem very funny at the time. At least Halea got some good pictures with Santa for her first Christmas.
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