"Event" Calendar Report:
Day 5-Donate Food to food Bank.
Abbie opened up the event and looked at me and said,
A: That's not really that fun, ya know.
me: Course, starving's no fun either
A:What?
I took a moment and explained to her that not everyone has a full pantry to go to for food anytime they want. We talked about how the food banks work and how at the place where I work out they have the special bins for the food bank. She then got excited and started filling bags with food. She even went into the basement food storage and filled another bag. Amelia was trying to lug the bags around but couldn't. I loaded the girls into the car and off we went talking about how Christmas is a great time to look for how we can give to others when we have been so blessed. There was lots of warm fuzzy feelings and I recognized those and mentioned to her why she was feeling so good and happy. Great parenting moment. We walked into my gym and I helped her put the bags of food in the bins. The last bag Amelia wanted to help so I assisted her by putting the bags in.
Then I saw them.
In the bag.
My.
Trader.
Joe's.
Marinara.
Sauce.
Oh. Chasquido!!!(that's SNAP in Spanish fyi).....I suppose it would be tacky to reach in and grab it now, right?
Secretly, I thought about how its not that fun to starve but that its really really really not fun to not have a Trader Joe's nearby for my Marinara Sauce. Don't worry there was at least 4 bottles of Prego in the basement....yum?
On our way out the door Abbie stopped at the guy in charge of memberships and motioned over to the bins, "Here ya go!!!". It sort of melted my heart a little.
Day 6:Read Christmas books by the fire. Instead Brad and his girls did a little Nutcracker (Barbie Nutcracker that is). Good Stuff.
Did I mention I am done with their Christmas shopping? yay for me. (and Kohl's)..(and Brad for making me go to Kohl's)
Day 5-Donate Food to food Bank.
Abbie opened up the event and looked at me and said,
A: That's not really that fun, ya know.
me: Course, starving's no fun either
A:What?
I took a moment and explained to her that not everyone has a full pantry to go to for food anytime they want. We talked about how the food banks work and how at the place where I work out they have the special bins for the food bank. She then got excited and started filling bags with food. She even went into the basement food storage and filled another bag. Amelia was trying to lug the bags around but couldn't. I loaded the girls into the car and off we went talking about how Christmas is a great time to look for how we can give to others when we have been so blessed. There was lots of warm fuzzy feelings and I recognized those and mentioned to her why she was feeling so good and happy. Great parenting moment. We walked into my gym and I helped her put the bags of food in the bins. The last bag Amelia wanted to help so I assisted her by putting the bags in.
Then I saw them.
In the bag.
My.
Trader.
Joe's.
Marinara.
Sauce.
Oh. Chasquido!!!(that's SNAP in Spanish fyi).....I suppose it would be tacky to reach in and grab it now, right?
Secretly, I thought about how its not that fun to starve but that its really really really not fun to not have a Trader Joe's nearby for my Marinara Sauce. Don't worry there was at least 4 bottles of Prego in the basement....yum?
On our way out the door Abbie stopped at the guy in charge of memberships and motioned over to the bins, "Here ya go!!!". It sort of melted my heart a little.
Day 6:Read Christmas books by the fire. Instead Brad and his girls did a little Nutcracker (Barbie Nutcracker that is). Good Stuff.
Did I mention I am done with their Christmas shopping? yay for me. (and Kohl's)..(and Brad for making me go to Kohl's)
Comments
Please tell me Brad did the Nutcracker with his girls. In his everyday wear that you mentioned in my comments. I need a good laugh.
Please tell me Brad did the Nutcracker with his girls. In his everyday wear that you mentioned in my comments. I need a good laugh.
Love the opening conversation.
I had that happen once, where I read this Friend story about a girl giving her favorite thing to some needy child and I suggested we all go get our favorite something to give away. And then I couldn't do it. I gave my second favorite sweater away. Lame.
You are obviously a far better mother than I and when my kids only make it to bishopric counselor and yours make it to bishop, we'll all know why.