It was the best of times....
it was the worst of times....
That famous quote was coming to my mind a few times this past weekend.
Friday was a good day.
We have a new family tradition.
Every friday we have a family party.
Regan. Alden. Lucy and me.
We've played games, had a fondue and watched Ice Age 2.
An activity as a family.
Well this past friday we went to the zoo. And it was probably the best visit yet. The aminals were all close and we could see them easily in all the white snow. It was a great time.
Then after we went to eat out at Swiss Chalet.
It was all good.
I had a primary activity I was running at the church.
2 hours. Mistake. I should have only made it 1 hour.
I ran out of activity half way through.
Then at the end, everyone was gone.
Except me and Alden and Emily and her son Nate.
I was cleaning up. And realized I couldn't find Alden.
I started looking.
He was lost for 40 minutes.
I was in a panic.
Complete and utter panic.
And finally Emily found him.
In a closet.
Eating a muffin.
He had had a pee accident cause he couldn't get the bathroom door open, so he had taken his clothes off. So he was in the closet eating the left over snacks from the activity.
It's funny now. But on Saturday I was a bit of a mess.
So we came home.
And a little bit later.... Alden started puking.
On the couch. the carpet.
The toy basket.
Let's just say I was happy when Saturday ended.
On a completely different note, I had a fun photo shoot with my good friend Sarah.
You can see it here on my photo blog.