Family Day

We like to take one day a week and declare it "Family Day".  The only rules for family day are that it happens at least one day a week (usually Saturday) and we have to actually LEAVE THE HOUSE and do something fun together.  Since Max's birth, we haven't done family day, John and I had enough excitement during Max's first week up at Primary Children's.  For the last couple of weeks, we've opted to stay home.  But yesterday was the triumphant return of family day.  We went out to lunch, visited the dinosaur museum Alex got to get a smooshed penny out of a penny smooshing machine, and then went out for ice cream (Alex was actually very excited about the ice cream, ate maybe two licks of it, then proceeded to get it all over himself and me.  Soon afterwards he threw up right there in the ice cream parlor).  After several hours out in the world with the kids, John and I were very ready to go home and take a nap.

Later that evening we attended a BBQ for John's sister's 30th birthday.  All four of us had a wonderful time.  Alex played with the other kids that were there, I got to sit down and actualy eat a meal and have full length conversations, John re-discovered the joys of Crowne Royal and Max spent the evening snoozing on various sets of breasts. 

By 10:00, I decided I needed to be the party pooper and take my family home.  Alex had been so good the entire night (with the exception of a single biting incident that he got punished for and later apologized to the kid) and I felt that we had to leave while on a high note.  A tired toddler can go bad at any second, and our day had been so awesome, I really felt like we should quit while we were ahead and not push our luck. 

All in all, a perfect day I think.  We had a good time together, had a good evening with family and friends...If only every day could be family day.