For our twelfth anniversary, Dallas decided to take me to one heck of a fancy dinner! You know, one of those "coat and tie ONLY" places? I was PUMPED! I spent hours getting ready! I curled my hair, put on a great black dress with black polka-dot panty hose and these bangin' red pumps! I have to admit. We both looked great-like, going to dinner with the President, great.
I asked two of our "old" Young Life girls to babysit our three kids. Two? Yes. Because, you see, neither of these two fine young ladies are, how do you say...maternal? I mean, I trust and love both of them dearly, but both of them combined adds up to nearly three quarters of a babysitter. So, the first young gal showed up and was slightly taken aback at how nicely we clean up...and my shoes were rockin' (I looked pretty fierce with my trendy hose and my power pumps). After sitter #2 showed up, I gave them the rundown, and we were off to the Antrim for our seven course anniversary dinner.
Ten minutes up the road, sitter #2 called me:
Sitter #2: "Um, Kelly?"
Me: "Yes, Sitter #2?"
Sitter #2: "Darby just threw up all over Sitter #1. I mean...ALL...OVER...and it got on the couch...and the rug."
Me (to Dallas): "Darby just puked on Sitter #1."
Me (to Sitter #1): "Ok. We'll be right home."
Sitter #2: "Well, if you tell me where the cleaning stuff is, we can clean it all up."
Me: "No. That's okay. We'll be right back." (I think, between the two of them, they could change a diaper, but probably not clean up puke)
For some reason I cannot remember, we had to stop by Walmart on the way home. I DEFINITELY would NOT have been on that "People of Walmart" website this fine 12th anniversary. I was grossly overdressed for any place in our fine, small Pennsylvania town. I actually think people stared. I was THAT overdressed for our town.
You know, two-year-olds don't quite get that "something's coming back up" sensation yet. I felt horrible when we got home to our puke covered Sitter #1, who felt horrible for getting puked on and "ruining our date." I did not see it that way at all. I'm STILL glad they called, even though Sitter #2's dad gave her a hard time about calling us. I wouldn't want my baby to feel like I deserted her in her time of need! Obviously you can't control when you get sick, but we still joke around that Darby ruined our date!
Recently, we had tickets to see DC United (Major League Soccer) play in Washington DC. We live a good two hours from DC, so we typically leave WAY early so we can grab dinner before games. We got 20 minutes into our drive, and Darby threw up all over herself in the car. We screeched to a halt and turned around and came home. I frantically started calling friends to try to fill that ticket so it wasn't a waste. No gold. So, the older kids and I scrambled for DC and made it to the game with seven minutes to spare (Tate was going out on the field before the game). Then, I had to pay $32 for two hotdogs, three french fries, two Gatorades and a bottle of water. I don't know why pro sports teams feel like they have to squeeze every last penny out of you when you go, but in my mind, I added the $32 food bill to the discounted $24 game ticket we didn't use (Tate had been to a DC United soccer game and that's how we got the discount tickets), and I figured Darby just caused us to waste 56 bucks that night.
Occasionally, I'm going to just copy and paste my F-cebook statuses right here on my blog for your reading enjoyment. Here are two that occured around the time of our fabulous anniversary:
January 13th, 2012:
~Naomi dressed herself in this brightly colored ensemble today! Darby, on the other hand, came down buck naked.
~Darby: "I wanna go to Kira's house, Starbucks. I'll be home at 5."
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