Well, there really hasn't been that much to blog about. We had a great Christmas and Stephen and Bennett (being the only grandchildren on Scott's side) made out like bandits because of their generous Aunts, Uncles, and grandparents.
I had an exciting parenting moment yesterday... We went to the grocery store as our big morning out. It has been snowing here all week, so we have been inside. We are actually usually inside because of the cold and the baby, but this week there was a real reason. :)
Anyway - once we got to the carts inside the store, I was digging out a cart that will take more than one child - of course it was buried behind all the regular carts. While working on getting us a cart, Stephen went inside the store, y'know, those automatic doors are just too convenient. I saw where he was and knew that he was probably getting little chip bags at the deli (that is what he usually does if I'm not quick enough to get him strapped into the cart right off). I hurried and got Bennett into the cart, or semi since it is so big, and got it into the store. I caught up with Stephen only to see that he was no longer there. "He has to be close" I thought. So I looked up and down a few aisles. I did not see him.
Then I noticed something. All of a sudden, I had 'that look.' You know that look? I've seen it many times before as I have reconnected lost kids with their parents. It was always easy because the parents had 'that look.' I actually wasn't even all that worried. I knew he was in the store. I hadn't gone far enough away from the doors to the snowy parking lot for him to slip by me there. I heard, "Did you lose one? I can see it on your face" (yes, he actually said that, I told you that I had 'the look'). This nice man asked what we were looking for, boy, girl, description, etc. A lady walking by heard the conversation and said, "I'll look this way" and off she went. I thought for sure Stephen would have been in the produce section, he loves to find "appos" (apples) and pull them off the displays. (although potatoes, oranges and onions will do). He wasn't there. The nice lady came back and said she didn't see him. She offered to stay with Bennett while I looked around. The gentleman said he would look down the aisles from the back of the store to see from there. With Bennett being watched, I went outside just to make sure he didn't go that way since "noooooo!" (snow) is so exciting. I didn't see him. I walked in and looked left. There, all the way to the end of the store, in the Pharmacy, I saw him. Stephen was taking things off the shelf. I ran down to get him (mostly because I knew I was holding up some poor lady who was standing there with Bennett and if I didn't hurry, I would have to start the search all over again). I did find it funny that he was taking chap stick off the little pegs. (if you know me, you will find the humor in that).
The nice man and I got to Stephen at about the the same time. I picked him up - listened to two stories from the man on when that happened to him - not even his own kids - and wrangled Stephen into the cart to him saying "walk! walk!" the whole time. It was reported to me that Bennett was happy as a clam and smiled at the lady the whole time I was gone. At least one was happy!
So there you have it - my parenthood initiation to a wanderer. yahoo!