I'm sitting here on the couch with Ben, snuggled up and watching Toy Story 3. The house is quiet. The boys have gone off to school. Todd off to work. Grace is still sleeping. The dog is sniffing around the yard. It is a good way to ease our way into a busy week after a busy weekend. Well, a busy but very good weekend.
It was a weekend with a visit from a very good friend. A weekend with time spent with mom. A weekend pampering myself and getting a much needed change.
On Saturday I went off to the salon. Back in April Todd had given me a gift certificate to my favorite salon. I was to use it for a massage, and a mani/pedi, but after not having a haircut for five months I decided to use it for that. When my stylist had a cancellation I nabbed it and decided to go all out and change the color of my hair too. Though I have changed my hair color a billion times I never actually had it professionally done. I decided to pamper myself. I had a couple inches cut off and had my hair dyed a dark brown. What do you think?
On Sunday we decided to take the kiddos to see Santa. We went right after church and ended up getting there at a peak time. We waited for an hour and fifteen minutes to see the big guy. Luckily, the waiting line winds around an enchanted forest and Santa's workshop. There is so much to see and watch and experience that the kids didn't seem to mind. They were so patient and didn't even complain once.
The boys were a little star struck once they finally got to Santa and forgot some of the things that they wanted to ask for. They ended up asking for Nutcrackers (?) and Pillow Pets and forgot all about the Transformers and Iron Man toys. Ah well. The big guy always knows, I reassured them.
The boys were polite and sweet and even asked for a dolly for their sister as she was too busy being terrified. I knew it would happen too. As a matter of fact, I bet Todd that she would be our first Santa cryer. We have never had a picture of any of our kids crying with Santa, but I knew she would be the one to loose it. Grace isn't a huge fan of men. The only man she likes is her daddy. And this strange man had a huge shaggy beard, a weird outfit, a funny hat, and big bushy eyebrows. Not having it.
I only sat her down long enough for Mrs. Claus to snap a picture and then I grabbed her back again. Still, she was a bit traumatized. However, when she was safely back in mama's arms and Santa gave her a candy cane suddenly he didn't seem like such a bad guy anymore.
Now I finally have my classic Santa freak out picture that every family seems to have. I love it. I think it is perfect, don't you?
Yep. It was a great weekend.
Now if you'll excuse me I have to go look for some Nutcrackers.