Eliza was second in line to greet him. Momentarily horrified that she'd left the list she'd made him that morning at home on the counter, she quickly composed herself. After sitting herself on his lap she articulately and professionally rattled off her Christmas wish list. It was so efficient that if you had told me that she had it memorized in alphabetical order, I would have believed you. Per my request, she loosened up for a quick picture.
last year's reaction I would say it was a step up! Henry was up next. Unlike his sister, he went blank. Lucky for him, Mom was there to whisper his Christmas wishes. 'Coincidentally,' each thing he repeated to Santa, matched the same list that I've been working on for him this year.
I give Andrew grief about the dishes on a regular basis. It would seem that he's allergic to the sink and I'm pretty sure we were in agreement before this pregnancy started that he'd tackle this duty as a favor to the wife who gags and coughs whenever she encounters scents of an awful nature. And while I could fill pages of all that he does do to contribute to the welfare of our family, doing the dishes does not top the list.
So... when Eliza found her Daddy doing the dishes following the breakfast in the kitchen of the Church, she found me in the hall and hollered,
"Hey Mom!! You have got to see this! Dad really DOES know how to do the dishes. Come look!" It provided laughs for everyone in range of Eliza's declaration. I couldn't help myself. I replied,
"It's a Christmas miracle!"
Following said miracle, we were off to Salt Lake to find our friend Michael. Now, if you had one chance to treat a foreign friend in Salt Lake to lunch, where would you go?
Did I just hear someone say, Cafe Rio? Because that's where we went. We headed to Nanna and Bubba's where we enjoyed lunch together. After that, Andrew and Michael (per Michael's request) headed back downtown to do a session at the temple. Later that evening, Bubba, Nanna and I bundled up the kids to meet them. It was surprisingly warm considering it is December. Unsurprisingly, it was super crowded. That's okay, though.
That cute blob of orange is Henry up on his Dad's shoulders.
After dropping Michael off at his hotel that night, it was Andrew who began spewing/verbalizing his sadness.
"And just like that it's over."
Don't worry, I gave him a hug.
To Michael: it was a treat spending the day with you. Thanks again for the German chocolate goodies and treats. You're the best. We miss you and your family and hope to see you soon!!