No sooner had I left the office Monday night, then it was New Years day and back to work. Like right back to work. It felt more like an abbreviated weekend than a holiday, but we made the best of it. New Years Eve we headed to my brothers for snacks, games and of course champagne. We even snuck in some shots of Salmiakki. My mom made some pickle rolls ups, aka Minnesota Sushi, which brought back some great memories of the holidays of my youth. I haven’t had them since we moved south of the Mason Dixon thirteen years ago! We rushed home after midnight, so as to try to beat the traffic.
The next morning we were going to head down to Fort Lauderdale for brunch, but that ended up being moved to Boca. This made is a lot easier for us although I love Fort Lauderdale. My sister-in-law Brandi and her cooking partner Phil made yet again an amazing meal. They always partner up on Thanksgiving to make a fantastic dinner, so getting to enjoy twice this year was quite nice. Fortunately, I didn’t include anything about food in my New Year’s resolutions or I would have broken all of them at brunch!
After brunch, we headed out to South County Park in Boca to go jet skiing. There is a nice lake behind the amphitheater that is deceivingly large. There’s not a ton of room by the docks, which keeps it from getting too crowded. Fortunately, the weather was absolutely sublime lows 80s and some cloud cover to keep it cool.
Our younger two, Goalielocks and the Mayor, were hooked after their first rides. Once they got on, they didn’t want to get off the jet skis. Eventually, they had to get off so other people could ride, but they were keen to get back on the water. Fortunately, both Grandma and Grandpa got a chance to ride the jet skis. Both of the boys got to drive the jet skis, which they absolutely loved. Goalielocks is a little more sensible, while the Mayor’s driving style can only be described as “balls to the wall.” I can already sense how much fun we’re going to have teaching him to drive.
After several hours of jet skis and Cornhole, we headed home to get ready for our inevitable return to work on Wednesday. Shortly thereafter, the Mayor convinced my husband to make Caribbean jerk chicken with black beans and rice. The kid ate two full plates. Unquestionably, he has a hollow leg – or so we thought.
He left dinner to take a shower having been on the lake all day. After about fifteen minutes, he came back out to the family room and announced “I threw up all over the bathroom and I missed both the sink and the toilet.” Now that my friends takes talent. Immediately, the hubby and I got up to check him out. He insisted he was fine having thrown up only because he ate too much too fast with too much milk.
After making sure he was fine, we headed to the bathroom. His assessment was spot on. He had in fact thrown up all over our bathroom effectively missing both the toilet and the sink. I’m not quite sure what happened, but I was relieved he missed the rugs and the dirty clothes he left strewn about the floor. Thankfully, he was okay and not harboring some insidious stomach bug. Since I wasn’t feeling well, he cleaned up the projectile mess. He’s the real hero!
And just like that in the blink of an eye, we went to bed and got up for work like nothing had changed……. Our Tuesday holiday was quickly over and it was back to reality.