Friday, November 19, 2010

No Need to Argue About it. (With various updates)

We are leaving for the airport at o-dark thirty tomorrow to go see my sister and her family in Vancouver. Woo- Hoo!  I have been looking around for things to do while we are there, so this trip is more than just sitting around the house, eating too much, and napping more than your average newborn/octogenarian.

I found this  and decided it was the perfect activity for us to do as a family. Because really, Vancouver is gorgeous and I really enjoy being in places that actually have seasons beyond just hot, cold and windy.  So why not take advantage of the beautiful  scenery and get out and do something together? (And truth be told,  there is not a single member of our family that couldn't be benefited by a trot every now and then.

Yet another reason (and probably the most compelling reason) I wanted to get in on this activity, was because I thought it would be hilarious to listen to the Mighty B tell people that he ran in the Terkey Twot. (He speaks English fluently, but Scooby Doo is still his default language.....which I hope he never grows out of. It's adorable)

Anyhow, I talked to him a minute ago and asked him what he was most excited about this weekend. Without skipping a beat he shouted, "Grandpa is coming and we are going to Seaside to get salt water taffy!"  Yeah- that's right. On the list of things he is excited about my mother and I are overshadowed not just by grandpa (which I can deal with) but also by salt water taffy. Whatever......little brat.

Once that little slap of reality ceased to sting, I said, "What do you mean? You're not even excited about the Turkey Trot?"

He said, "Umm I don know what dat iz." Apparently my sister hadn't passed the word along, or he had just forgotten.  

I told him, "The Turkey Trot is a race that we are going to do as a family. We are going to run along the Salmon River," one of their summer fave swimming spots.

With concern in his voice he said, "I don't think I can run that far."

I let him know that we could walk if we wanted, we could run if we wanted....or we could flap our wings and pretent to be turkeys making a break for it in an effort NOT to be caught and made into Thanksgiving dinner if we wanted!"

Then (the best part) he said with complete and utter sincerity in his voice, "Oh no. I'm not walkin'. I'm not losing to no turkey!"
The Mighty B searching for inner peace with a combination of yoga and temple visits.

Man- that kid kills me. I'll let you know how we turkeys fare. It should be hilarious, no doubt.

P.S. The irony in this is that he is the kid that for the better part of his childhood would say, "No I don't want to go for a walk. How about a carry? You can walk, but carry me"

Addendum: Apparently it needs to be stated that just because I think my nieces and nephews are the cutest, that does not mean I think your nieces and nephews/children are ugly. So y'all can go ahead and stop emailing me about how wrong and rude I am being. Look up the literary term 'hyperbole' There is more than enough cuteness to go around. Honest. Even if my family is taking up most of it ;) And the fact that you even feel the need to argue about this....adorable and light hearted topic makes me sad for you.

Addendum the sequel: Screw that Turkey Trot of Death! It was like 21 degrees outside and has been snowing. Kings a) are not that committed to running/trotting/skipping in any form. Really anything that requires even the least bit of hustle, we don't enjoy these things. b) Kings don't really get down on Mother Nature.and c) Screw that shiz at the buttcrack of dawn. I don't black Friday shop and I don't do things that would have most CERTAINLY gotten the Pioneers killed had they tried something so foolisly planned. It just seems like disrespect to their legacy. I stayed in bed that day, just as God, Mother Nature, and the Pioneers would have wanted me too. I'm nothing if not mindful of honoring history.

But Happy Thanksgiving week anyway. Today- I am thankful for the chance to see my sisters family who I don't get to see nearly often as I would like!


JillandMauricio said...

You can have nieces and nephews, but my kids are pretty darn cute. That is a great story though. Isabel loves my dad. The last time my mom came alone she kept asking-where's papa.

Maursupial said...

I think we've already discussed the fact that our combined nieces and nephews put all others to shame. It's really nice not to have to lie to you about this. Also, I've met The Mighty B and know of his love of salt water taffy. PLUS that place is a thing of wonder. Don't feel too bad. Also, as a person who partook in the Toquerville, UT Turkey Trot and came in dead last I say good luck to you, my good woman, good luck.

Maursupial said...

I wrote "also" a lot in that comment. What kind of writing teacher am I???

Jillian said...

A writing teacher on break, that's what kind. And I do take much comfort in the fact that you and I don't have to lie to each other about this. I honestly feel like we are doing the world a disservice by not reproducing.

And don't even worry. I am COUNTING on Brendan being my scapegoat for coming in dead last. "I WAS WATCHING THE KIDS!"

J&J Priest said...

too funny! :)

Kelsi {John, Jake, Georgia, Naomi} said...

thanks for the inspiration. see ya at the turkey trot! (yep, the one in clark county! wanna race?!) :)

Jillian said...

Who would have ever thought that I would be excited for a run, walk or trot of any kind. But here we are and I am super stoked!

Give me a call (if you have my number) otherwise email me yours so we can hook up.

As for the racing? You go ahead and take the front of the pack, trailblazer! I'll sweep the rear to make sure we don't loose any. That's just the kind of gal I am. Team player. Never leave a man behind! OO-Rah