Special Treatment

For the last Primary Quarterly activity, my poor Little Roo was too sick to go. Not so ill she was bed-ridden, but unhealthy enough that I felt it was irresponsible to let her mix'n'mingle. She - of course - was very bummed (especially since there was a pizza party aspect to the activity). I tried to think of a way to make it up to her, but play dates and goodies are sorta counter-productive for a sickie little girl.

Enter Walgreen's! A new one just opened up near us, and I did need to go get some medications to ease Eliza's suffering. So after dropping the the other four Primary kiddos off at the branch building, Eliza and George and I went to Walgreen's. How is this a special treatment? Well, my kids rarely get to go shopping with me anymore. Mark and I do most of the shopping once a month in a five-hour long marathon that involves Excel spreadsheets and clipboards and price checking and no children if we can at all help it. For my shopping-deprived children, going to any store for any reason is a neat occassion, just by itself.

And to get to wander aimlessly through a brand-new store - without being in a hurry - was very cool to Eliza. We stopped in the card section and listened to all the Hoops & YoYo sound cards.


Since it was just Eliza (and George buckled into the card), I let her touch and hold things - which is an unheard of privilege! Here she is, admiring, shaking and winding up all the musical snow globes.

I let her push the cart. We took our time. We oogled all the hair fobbies. We wandered up and down every aisle in the store.


About the time we were out of things to look at, it was time to go back to the Church and pick up Hyrum, Gabba, Lucy & Yvy. So we checked out with our stuff, and went on our way. Eliza felt pampered, and raved about her experience to Lucy (which is the ultimate perk, since usually it is Lucy who relishes in lording things over 'Liza).

And by the next evening, Eliza was back up to snuff, feeling playful and normal and creative. Here she is as a baby chick hatching out of her Bilibo shell. Glad you're feeling better, Little Roo!