In gorgeous Vancouver weather, we had tickets to Olympic curling. By a fluke of the ticketing system we ended up with three pairs of curling tickets on three different sessions. So as we wanted to expose the kids to as much of the Olympic experience as we could, Husband and I planned to take each of the kids to a session and the grownups would enjoy one session.
Now, I know a lot of people think curling is about as legitimate a sport as sun bathing and beer drinking, but in this house we love it. The shooting, the sweeping and the shot making.
When he came down with a bad freakin' cold the day before the event, this thing had disaster written all over it. A more tired and cranky and intolerant boy was not exactly conducive to a joyful Olympic experience. The meltdown mania we experienced the night before had Husband and I entirely on edge. And we predicted catastrophe
We loaded up Husband's fanny pack with a notebook, markers, a book, face tattoos, a DS, and candy and crossed our fingers that Jackson could make it through without incident.