Last night we went to the squadron's holiday party. It's always a nice party, held at Quartz Mountain Resort, with lots of fun games like the random object scavenger hunt (which gets really competitive) and the traditional indoor snowball fight (OK, they're technically marshmallows instead of snowballs). Last year we were lucky enough to get one of the town's few babysitters in our home. This year we were not so lucky and had to take the kids to the on-site babysitters.
The on-site babysitters were a local girl scout troop and a couple of their moms. Claire and Madeline did fine at their "party" in the big kid room, though they were rather zombie-like in appearance by the time we picked them up. Colin, on the other hand, was in the baby room doing his part to ensure that none of the girl scouts would become a teen-pregnancy statistic. After Phil and I scarfed down some dinner I went and rescued him and he spent the rest of the Christmas party like this:
Yep, that's my pashmina, doubling as a sling. Thank goodness I reviewed my slip-knot tie before we left for the party, though I hope one of the girl scouts could have refreshed my memory if necessary. He behaved himself quite well at the grown-up party by sleeping through most of the festivities so we still had a nice time. Maybe next year we can score some grandparent babysitters (hint, hint!!!).
2 comments:
You still look pretty happy to be out and about. And, just think what you did for the teen pregnancy population in Altus. Glad you had a good time.
He's so cute snuggled up next to you. Although it's nice to have some time away, it's always a good feeling to know they are content with Mom.
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