A “Let’s Never Do This Again” Moment!
This morning the boys and I walked over to the breakfast room at our hotel. It was a darling little sunroom that over looked the ocean in San Simeon. I sat the babies down at the table in front of the fireplace, each with a sweet roll, while I prepared toast and cereal. While the bread was toasting, I delivered bowls of cheerios swimming in nice cold milk for them to eat at the table.
When I returned to the table with jam covered toast, the boys had taken their cereal and were sitting on the raised fireplace hearth. No worries, except most of Cody’s cheerios had left the bowl and were now swimming in milk on the hearth and the floor. Okay, so we go back to the table. Mindi and Kennedy have arrived and all is going well. The babies are all sitting at the table enjoying breakfast except for Austin who never really has been interested in eating. He’s enjoying the view from the window…well…until… now I cannot express how totally shocked Mindi and I were when we heard the combination of orange and apple juice splashing about as it hit the breakfast room floor.
What Austin was thinking was beyond us as he played guitar hero with the button controls of the juice machine. The overflow had filled to the rim and the juice was pouring onto the floor. He quickly returned to the table exclaiming, “It was an accident!” I started scooping juice out of the overflow and pouring it into a cup on the counter while catching the escaping juice with another cup, Mindi was explaining to Austin the definition of “accident” when Kennedy decided she had waited long enough for her juice and in very s-l-o-w motion, reached high above her perfectly clean and newly hair styled little head and grabbed the cup of juice on the counter. Now, I’m not quite sure just exactly why exactly Kennedy went into hysterics. It could have been the shock of the cold juice running down her little body literally covering her from head to toe or … she could have been startled by my scream or … perhaps her feelings were hurt when I stepped back, looked at her, and started laughing uncontrollably.
There comes a point where you just have to laugh when absolutely nothing is going right. Poor Kennedy. As we sat her back down at the table assuring her she was fine as the juice continued to drip from her head and clothes, she dumps her cheerios. Now our feet, all ten of them, are leaving sticky footprints on the floor and Mindi is again, trying to calm Kennedy and keep the boys entertained while I clean as much as possible of our breakfast from the floor, table, and hearth. Somewhat satisfied, we all head back to our room. And then…Kennedy sneezed and sprayed her mother’s pants and shoes with a mouth full cheerios!
After apologizing to the hotel staff about the breakfast room I smiled and promised Mindi when she’s a grandmother she too will laugh.
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