Monday, December 3, 2007
They're white, just like the White House where we'll be going THIS WEEKEND! Subtle, right?
We are totally riding on the coattails of my in-laws and there may have been a catastrophic oversight on the invitation list but we don't care! We're having Christmas Brunch with the BMICABB (Big Man in the Country and his beautiful bride).
Country come to town! Yee Haw!
We will be attending the Family Christmas Brunch with the whole clan. With Trey's parents, two sisters, their husbands and all 11 grandchildren, that makes 19 of us in a group of about 75 so basically, what my mother brain immediately starts to do is weigh our odds.
Our family has a 1 in 4 chance of getting blamed for one of the thousands of permutations of accidents that are bound to, I mean could, happen.
We have been practicing at the dinner table. It's been chili and cornbread so probably a little different from what they'll be serving in D.C. but we have to start somewhere.
"Graham, there is NO burping at the table. Yes, that is burping. So is that. And that."
"Tee, seriously, you must use utensils. Yes, all the time. Yes, even if they serve spaghetti."
"Sadie and Olivia, getting up from the table before you are excused and doing your latest High School Musical karaoke performance will not be appropriate. No, it will not be appropriate even after you've been excused."
"There probably won't be straws or Tony the Tiger bowls and if the soup is hot, you may not put several pieces of ice in it. Just let it cool off by itself."
"It is polite to wait for your sister to finish her story before you start yelling, I mean telling, yours."
"I think your Crocs would look great but they, I, you, uh, your feet might get cold because of all the holes. We might have to wear your church shoes. No, I know, I mean the ones you are supposed to wear instead of your Crocs but never do."
"I don't know what the President's favorite Webkinz is. Nope, no idea."
"Yes, you may touch things. Your feet may touch the floor and your hands may touch your sides but otherwise, that's it."
Graham is for SURE going to have to go poop. For that matter, so will Sadie. Even though they deny it, I think they do it on purpose when we're in very conspicuous places. Will my pocket-full of matches make it past the Secret Service?
How long does it take to break a habit? Is Sadie going to pick her nose in front of the President and First Lady?
Die to self, Melissa, die to self.
Ok, all reality aside, it's going to be an incredible opportunity for our kids and we can't wait to show them our nation's capital.
Tee wanted to give the President a 3'x4' 3D puzzle of the White House that we saw at Ross Dress for Less.
"He'd LOVE this mom! It's his house! I wish we had one of our house!"
Back to the odds, I think the odds of the Mrs. Bush having on my outfit are in my favor. I'm pretty certain she won't be wearing either Mossimo or Merona. So I've got that going for me!
I'll let you know how it goes. Please pray for our safe travel and our time with family, and the President. Did I mention that? Just checking. :)