It's Scott's tradition to take a vacation day on his birthday, so he kept with tradition yesterday. But I'm sure he was secretly wishing that he'd gone to the office. (Actually, it doesn't really count as secret wishing if he'd said it aloud 3 or 4 times by 10:00 a.m., does it?)
Under the best of circumstances, a trip to Sam's Club with Isaac can only be described as self-inflicted torture, but throw in a crippled wife and it's a real nightmare come true. I think the only thing that made Scott feel better was to yell across 3 aisles, "Mrs. O'Wiggins, we're moving on to aisle 8" in his best Tim Conway voice. He really amuses himself by doing this.
The highlight of the day for Scott was probably after Isaac went to bed 30 minutes early and we were able to watch American Idol in peace. (Isaac had been in rare form all day - from the first tantrum at 7:00 a.m. over the fact that he didn't have any "mail" himself - birthday cards - to him yanking off the tablecloth with all the plates and decorations after the girls had carefully set it out.)
The highlight of the day for the rest of us was after Scott blew out all those candles and he literally had to hold the cake up to the window for fear of setting off the fire alarm! (We live next door to a fireman. Can't you just see us telling him to call off the trucks because it was just the smoke from the birthday candles?) Scott would never have lived that one down!
Through all the usual chaos, we did the best we could to create a happy day for Scott. And, thanks to the rest of you, the calls started early and ended late. I hope he felt loved and appreciated. Because he really is loved and appreciated!
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