We Must Not Get Out Much...

Due to the time and location of our activities last Saturday night and our commitments on Sunday morning, we decided kind of last minute to get a hotel room to stay in.

Our kids, hooped and hollered and danced around, as though we said we were going to Disneyland. (Which we have done several times in the past, and upon announcing it they have never danced around.) Mental note to us parents: Save $100's and $100's and stay 30 miles from home for one night instead!!!!!!

We arrived at our hotel Saturday night in time for Luke to begin jumping from bed to bed in the hotel room, Joshua to stay perched in front of the full glass closet door and stare at himself for the duration of the evening,


Megan asking if she can "take home all the bottles in the bathroom." (Shampoo, mouthwash, lotion etc.)

and Ellie excitedly exclaiming, "Oh Mom, THERE IS a bathroom."

Swimming in the pool, kicking each other in bed, arguing about who gets what pillow, complaining about who has to sleep next to who, and finally some peaceful slumber took care of our first 12 or so hours at the hotel.

Surely though, the highlight must have been, what my children assumed was an 'All-You-Can-Eat-Affair.' ...Breakfast at the hotel...

Fortunately there were very few people eating breakfast at the hotel that morning, and so they probably didn't notice (although otherwise VERY well behaved), that our children probably put one of everything on their plates. No-didn't try one of everything.

Upon Luke seeing a sausage patty on my plate, he excitedly asked where they were, I told him, and he returned with THREE on his plate. (Didn't like them after the first bite...)

Megan was so excited about the individual boxes of cereal, "Do you think we can take home one of the boxes?"
Megan excited about the cereal was NOTHING, compared to Luke's excitement about the . . . . . Margarine . . . . .

(Now here is where it needs a small explanation-I am a butter snob. When we lived with my parents a few years ago, they always had soft BUTTER in a dish. I have NEVER returned to ANYTHING else. It is real butter that is it at our house. Luke on the otherhand, talks frequently about margarine in a tub. (Yes, the very cheap ones, that probably can cause fatal heart valve cloggage instantly if one isn't careful.) At stores, he will try and sneak the large (always the industrial size) tubs of margarine, into the cart. Never have I given in.)

Back to the hotel. There in a basket, carefully arranged were small individual serving sizes of cream cheese, jams, butter and
. . . Luke's . . . much desired margarine.
Two of which were held firmly in his little hand and asked with much sincerity,

"Can I please take these home and have them on toast this week. It will be so yummy?"

Upon careful consideration and rationing, one has since been used since Sunday. The other is, "Waiting for a day I really want it."

Are Mike and I as parents, depriving our children??