You may or may not have discovered this: I love spending time with my family. The idea of celebrating each day as if it's a special event definitely appeals to me. Whether that means a Saturday of playing Twister with a two-year-old who neither knows her colors nor can differentiate between the right and left or having four bodies snuggle on the couch watching Toy Story 3.
Tonight, we went on a family date. It was quite unplanned (before noon today that is) but lovely all the same. We spent entirely too much on dinner, which was balanced by free dessert. Emmett had his first taste of ice cream. Yes, we would be the ones sitting in the mall feeding Dippin' Dots to our seven-month old. But it was so much fun separating one tiny bead of frozen yumminess to slide into his waiting mouth. And we could tell he loved it by the way he screamed when we weren't giving him more.
The evening was capped off by a session in the photo booth. Four shots of parents making fools of themselves while trying to get the children to create animal faces - none of which actually captured all four of us entirely? $3 well-spent, I'd say.
Granted, the latter half of the evening might have gone smoother if the children had cooperated a little better at nap-time this afternoon, but you work with what you've got. And I think Philip and I would both agree we wouldn't have traded any of it for another night of hot dogs and Netflix, temper tantrums and all.
PS to all those photo booth designers out there - a camera that can pan to toddler level would be lovely, thanks.
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