Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Presents

I love presents. I love buying them. I love wrapping them. And I thoroughly enjoy watching the receiver open it. Especially if it is one of those gifts that you just know they will flip for. And yeah, I love getting gifts! I'd be lying if I said I didn't. Let's face it, getting presents is awesome.

Today I did a lot of present buying. I went to the Salvation Army first and made out like a bandit. My intention was to simply buy some pants for Emily. She needs them so badly it's ridiculous. I thought that would be the best place to start. Now I don't know about you, but for me, places like a thrift store and the dollar tree are big trouble. I went in planning on one pair of pants (choke) and walked out with: two pairs of pants for Emily, one pair of pants for Ryan, a shirt for Ryan, a hoodie for Emily, jammie bottoms for Kristin and Emily all for $18! Not bad. I was proud of my good work. Best part it would all be a surprise!

Next was good old Wal-Mart. I have a love-hate relationship with them, and I wish that I owned stock! My mission there was mainly birthday presents. This month is Ryan's birthday and it is also his best bud's birthday too. So we are combining the two and have a big family blowout. Well since Ryan is always with me, it's kind of hard to buy his present without him knowing it. Somehow I managed to slip it in the cart while he was in awe of all that was around him. I also busied him with the task of picking the gift for Lucas. Thanks, Emmy! It worked great. He found something grand, and shouted, "Lucas would love this!" fabulous. Into the cart it went. Except now Ryan wants to "hold it." Well I guess that is okay. Remember...choose your battles. So a few minutes go by and he wants to open it. "No." is my answer. "Why?" is of course his question. "Because that is a present for Lucas." We go back and forth on this one for the rest of the shopping trip and on the ride home. At this point, I am itching to get home so I can hide the offending present and hope that he forgets all about it. Well guess what? Three...errr (near) four year olds rarely forget! So the battle raged on. It wasn't ugly, just tiresome. So I hid it, so I thought. No he went and found it. Little stinker. I hid it better and he never retrieved it again, and was distracted enough that it didn't seem to bother him anymore. Another score for mom! Another battle won. I didn't happy dance, or rub it in his sweet little face that I won. I was just glad that this round was over.

6 comments:

Emmy said...

Sorry to cause you trouble during the day. Yes, I have had a battle just like that with Lucas before when we were picking out something for friends.
We are heading to evil/wonderful Walmart today too to buy Ryan's present :)

You will have to tell me where the Salvation Army is, I haven't been able to find any good thrift stores yet here. But you are right they are so dangerous.

CJ Sime said...

LOVE the thrift stores. I have a completely awesome one I go to. I've scored many a deal from there!

As Told By Molly said...

I love a good find, no matter where it's found! Such a trill.

mormonhermitmom said...

Oh those three year olds! I don't think it's "terrible twos", it's really "terrible threes".

KK said...

Oh I love to buy gifts and pass them out. Christmas really doesn't come often enough.

emilyshomepage said...

I like my writing prompt which is on kid stuff of course.Anyway,I really really really really really really really like your posts sorry about all the reallies it's just because you are my mom and I need to respect you.(sweet giggle) thanks for making my prompt!!!