Family Night

Family Night

Last night was Family Night, something we need to have a lot more of around here. We have lots of “family nights,” but as a proper noun? Not enough. The problem with proper noun Family Night, especially when it isn’t frequent enough, is that the kids get attitudes for all the fun they’re missing out on with their friends, instead confined to spend a God-awful night with us. How horrible it must be. Last night was no exception to the attitudes. The boys rolled their eyes, mumbled under their breath and made every effort to let us know they didn’t want to be home. At one point, Lainey even bumped her head and started screaming at which point Brett literally threw his hands in the air and yelled, “Do all my kids have to have attitudes tonight?!” (followed by smiles from the boys which I’m sure they did everything in their power to resist). But, we trudged on with Family Night. It would have been so easy to give in…forget it…they’re not into it anyway. But, we didn’t. And a good thing. Slowly, the attitudes disappeared. Brett had Brandyn help him grill the steaks, asked Austyn to start a fire, and by the time we put in Christmas Vacation, they were laughing, happy…home. We roasted marshmallows in the fire and made s’mores. We laughed hard when Chevy Chase shook Aunt Beverly’s present and said, “She wrapped up her damn cat” and didn’t even correct the boys when they repeated that quote verbatim all night. Lainey was even happy playing on the floor, thrilled to be surrounded by all of us for so long. It may have had a rocky start, but Family Night prevailed indeed.

A Rainy Day

The Perfect Day: It rained today. So, we went to Barnes and Noble –just me and Baby. We looked at board books, read lots of them until we found the perfect one to take home. We sat in the cafe and watched it rain. I drank tea and shared little pieces of my blueberry scone, and she smiled with each bite. An old man came up to our table, smiled like my grandpa used to smile and said, “You’ve got quite a connection with that one, eh? I can see the love in both of your eyes.” And then he walked away. He didn’t see my tears, and I didn’t get a chance to tell him that what he just said was one of the nicest things anyone has ever told me.

It was raining hard when we left–we got wet in the parking lot, but it didn’t matter. Then, we went home and sat in front of the window and watched it rain. We snuggled on the couch and waited for the dogs to join us. It doesn’t get any better than This Day.