Sorry, I could not resist the title!
This may be the longest post I have ever written, but the story is something I want to remember.
We are about a month post-Houston, so it it about time for a report. We had a very much anticipated trip to Houston planned for the first weekend in February for my cousin's wedding and to visit Trace's sister and her husband. Heather and Jesse graciously hosted us for the weekend, which was wonderful of them to do considering they live in a two bedroom apartment. Four adults and two little boys makes for a full house!
We arrived Friday evening, a little later than planned (about 10pm) and, of course, the boys were pretty amped up, so we did not go to bed until quite late. The plan was to explore Ikea on Saturday morning before heading back to the apartment for lunch and a rest for the boys before the wedding Saturday afternoon. We enjoyed Ikea, picked up a really neat art item for Nathan, had some ice cream, and headed back. Back at the apartment, we had some lunch and were all gussied up for the wedding when the problem arose. The car key had disappeared...Apparently vanished into thin air. A majorly stressful event because we had no spare and were far from home. We searched outside, inside, in neighbors bushes, and everywhere we could possible think of to no avail.
We called a locksmith to come just in case they had somehow been locked in the car. I borrowed my wonderful SIL's car and left for the wedding, catching the last 15 minutes of the ceremony (which was lovely). Enjoyed the reception (great food, wonderful to see my family) by myself and returned to H and J's with to the news that, no, the key was not in the car. New plan was to have this person come out and attempt to make a new key. Said person would arrive between the hours of 8 and 10 pm, which sounded so shady to me, to fabricate a key for us. Not ideal, but better that any other alternatives we could think of. About 9 pm, the lady calls and days she will be arriving shortly, so Trace and Jesse head outside to meet her while Heather, the boys, and I get ready for bed.
I wake up at 12 am to no Trace in the bed. I nervously get up to see if he is on the couch, and he isn't. I call his phone and there is no answer. Getting really nervous now, I bundle up and go outside. Our car is there, Jesse's car is there, but not Heather's. I call Trace's phone again, leaving a panicky message. Then text Jesse. Turns out the woman, who was not shady at all, could not make a key to start the car due to some electronic issue. So Trace and Jesse decide that the only option is to drive all night to get out spare.
So the quick weekend trip ended up being so much more than planned, but thankfully, their mission went well meaning they traveled to and fro safely. I was so sorry to have missed most of the wedding, but did enjoy the time I was there.
Heather, the boys, and I went to the Houston Children's Museum on Sunday which was a really amazing museum. Heather has some cute pictures of the boys there on her blog.
The few pictures I took are below, Nathan's favorite activity was doing Aunt Heather's hair with a cold curling iron, a brush, and a water sprayer. While Wade's was trying on her shoes.
Thanks Heather and Jesse for everything! The only regret I have about the weekend is missing out on House of Pie, maybe next time, if we are invited back!!
|Brothers with their blankies in bed.|
|Wade enjoying the superbowl and his tractor.|
|Watching the half-time show|
|Strutting his stuff!|