Sunday, December 2, 2007
Yesterday could be described in this phrase, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."
I'll start with the best. Last night we attended the Casa Grande Electric Lights Parade. It was actually pretty great, there were over 80 floats all covered in lights. The kids loved it and it was pretty cold which helped us get in the Christmas mood. Ethan loved the Santa float and Tyler adored the Lay's Potato chip float because they threw him a bag of Flaming Hot Cheeto's that he DEVOURED!!!
After the parade as we were walking back to the car we ran into a family from our ward. They invited us into their office which was downtown for hot chocolate and cookies. (We are approaching the worst of times part right now.) We had hot chocolate and talked and were having a great time when poor little Ethan began throwing up EVERYWHERE!!! I was covered, he was covered, their BEAUTIFUL office was covered. Ethan has only thrown up twice in his life, once at a Vegas Buffet(and I mean literally on the buffet) and last night at the office. Why does it always have to be at the worst place possible?