And I'm glad. It really was not a terrible day, just different from years past. Normally, we go to Kaysville and visit Emma, send her balloons, and then out to dinner. This year though, we didn't go to Kaysville. We stayed here and decided to make new traditions.
We first went to lunch at Einstein bagels. It was really yummy and the kids were excited to get a candy cane bagel. Looked like a candy cane, didn't taste like one (thank heavens). Then we went shopping. Ho-ly cow. We went way too many places, but we got most of our Christmas shopping done, there are just a few small things left that we need to buy.
After shopping, we went to our favorite shop, Sweetly Divine, or as Seth calls it, The Dessert Store. This is a very nice pastry shop (hey Loganites, if you haven't been, GO! It's over by Shopko and SO yummy!). We each picked out what we wanted, Chocolate Decadence Cake for me, Cannoli for Jer, Peanut Butter Tart for Amelia, and Chocolate Muffin for Seth. We were all doing pretty good at this point. Really sad that Emma wasn't here, but doing o.k.
We were headed to our final stop, Albertson's, where we could drop off the Cabbage Patch doll that Amelia picked out for Emma. We were excited to donate it to Toys for Tots and make another little girl's Christmas brighter. So, we are driving, listening to Bing sing about being nice (you know, the whole Santa thing) when Jeremy starts swearing and hitting the steering wheel. I was ready for this, I knew that it would come, it does every year. Every year we get mad, we get sad, we just hate that she's not here. However, he wasn't stopping when I tried to comfort him. Turns out, it wasn't Emma, it was the dessert. Yes friends, he left it on top of the van. Somewhere on Main street is a very nice pile of dessert. I hope the birds enjoyed it.
Seth was melting down because he really wanted that muffin, Jeremy was just MAD (although I really don't think it was about the dessert), I was trying to be as happy as possible so that Amelia didn't start freaking out.
We dropped off Imogene (I love Cabbage Patch Dolls names!), and then got the fixins' for a cake. Well, after about 25,000 more meltdowns at Albertson's, we left, screaming children and all. We came home, I started making dinner, hit my ankle and started to cry. We all sat on the floor of the kitchen crying. We were a tangle of arms and legs and tears, getting comfort from one another. We had arroz con menestra for dinner (my new favorite comfort food), then went to Cold Stone for ice cream.
Forget the cake, we'll have it another day.