Leftovers Burritos, or Multicultural Night Becomes a Gastric Nightmare

Today we had planned on having lunch with our good friend Auntie Carey, and going shopping for fabric and yarn at our favorite yarn and fabric shop, The Bobbins Nest in Santa Clara. We were just about to get dressed and go to Santa Clara in order to further those ends, when my phone rang. I answered to my sister Kelly sounding harried. Her son Milo had just thrown up in the hall of his school, and she had to stay at work for a few hours more in order to run off the school paper, then could come home to take care of him. So, I rushed to get the twins dressed, grabbed what we needed for the day and out the door we went.

Milo seemed to be feeling much better by the time we got to him, so we took him home and hung out on the couch until his mom got home. We decided to go ahead and run a few errands that needed to be done for the Multicultural night at Milo's school that night that Kelly had committed to run a Scottish table for. For mostly selfish reasons, I took the kids with us because the twins NEEDED a nap, and were refusing to lay down, sit down or even stand still in place for more than a nanosecond. As we sat in the car outside of Walgreens, with all three kids in the backseat, Milo made that face. You know that face. The "oh my goodness the world has turned upside down and my stomach is about to empty itself in spectacular fashion" look. So I grabbed the twins' car toys bucket, dumped it on the floor of the backseat, and stuck it in front of Milo just in time!

When his mother came out of the store, she saw my face and knew. So home we went again and let the kids out of the car. The twins and I fell asleep on the armchair while Kelly baked cookies and brewed tea. The fashion show was at 7, so at 6:35 I got Milo and Moose dressed in the Scot gear, and headed the kids down to the school, they walked across the stage, then Milo got that look again. So abandoning my kids with Kelly, I rushed Milo home again.




Therefore, dinner did not consist of multicultural foods from the fair, but instead steak and potato burritos made from leftovers from the dinner we made at Kelly's house the other day. We did get to eat a few of the shortbreads with lemon curd and marmalade, as well as some very very delicious tea. And now with my children giggling and wrestling on the floor, about to be dressed for bed and driven home, Milo is laying like a heap on the couch staring into space. I am so glad to have been able to help my sister out and take care of my nephew in a time of need. I am also very glad to have seen my son in a kilt. I hope to have a picture to add to this blog post to make it worthwhile. Nos Pars.

*A big thanks to Lisa Smith for providing the pictures of Milo and Moose in the fashion show!!!*