Sydney's Mothers Day Gift

This is my inaugural or in-blog-ural entry (see what I did there), so I better make it good, right? Well, that’ll have to wait to be seen.

Another Mother’s Day is behind us and I think that Leslie not only had a great time with us but thanks to Sydney , in particular, it was a memorable one for reasons that are funny now. Not so much yesterday.

In typical fashion for Leslie, she just wanted to do something fun with the kids…oh yeah, and do no housework. The day started out nice with some pineapple biscuits (baked goodness, if you’ve never had them) served in bed with her laptop. The big plans were us to head to Six Flags for a few hours, come home for naps and then some grilled chicken, baked potatoes and baked beans (Leslie’s menu request).

We picked a great day to go to Six Flags – upper 60’s, low humidity, and the park was dead in the morning. As we parked the car, Sydney decides that she wants to lock the door with the remote. No big deal except after she locked the door, she tossed the key onto her car seat. Leslie realized this unfortunately after she shut the door. Panic on Row 24 of the Sylvester lot set in. So, we’re stuck in Arlington and Leslie is not letting me use a rock to break the window. The frustrations just kept mounting. Luckily, we got a hold of my mom and she graciously agreed to stop by our house after church and trek on out to Arlington to save the day. Apparently, my Mother’s Day present to her was adding 60 miles round trip to her odometer. Crisis averted.

As I said earlier, the park’s crowds were pretty thin and virtually walked onto every ride without a wait. Alex was disappointed that he couldn’t ride Batman because he’s about 6 inches too short. But the Judge Roy Scream was a suitable substitute in his eyes and rode it twice in a row, squealing happily both times.

After an eventful but fun morning/early afternoon, the kids took a nice two and a half hour nap.

With dinner cooked and served, I proposed a quick trip to Braum’s for an ice cream dessert, which is always a hit with Leslie. That girl loves ice cream as much as I do cake…which is borderline obsession.

The nice end to a nice Mother’s Day would have to wait until next year. Our little Brinks Home Security rep in training, Sydney, decided to lock the door into the house from the garage when we left. Of course, the house key was sitting on its place on the hook INSIDE the house. Once again, Leslie curtailed my rock-meets-window plan. After two hours, three mangled credit cards, a trip from Papa, some woodwork needs to the doorframe that look worse than they are, some laughs and some tears, we were finally in the house. So much for any aspirations I ever had about being a cat burglar. That’s what I get for basing my lock-picking techniques on TV and movies.

Anyway, Happy Mother’s Day to Leslie and maybe next year, Sydney won’t try to outdo herself by setting the house on fire.

Daron