

“Today was the best day ever!” or so I was told by our five-year old. It was one of those moments when a person remembers why they wanted to become a parent, on purpose, more than once. The day was fairly normal I suppose. But perhaps that is what was so wonderful about it. Normal isn’t exactly part of the routine around here. It is so nice to spend an entire day together under one roof behaving like and almost feeling like a ‘nuclear family’ or ‘non-step family’ or whatever the PC term is these days.
Our day was pretty simple really. We all drug ourselves out of bed to make it to church by 9:00. (We joke about being cursed because we have had two years in a row of 9:00 church.)
After church, Benjamin and Matthew played football. They are the only two people I have ever heard of that actually enjoy playing one on one tackle football for hours at a time. For all I know they invented the concept of one on one tackle football. They play it so often that we have designated special football clothes so there other clothing is not torn to shreds. Jacob crossed the street to entertain himself in the park, Chloe read and sought partners for Battleship.
We then had a wonderful time taking family photos. At Chloe’s insistence we even included our little ungroomed but beloved dog, Lulu, in some of the shots.
Afterward, the kids finally got to dig, carve and slice into their beloved pumpkins. They have been talking for days about how carving pumpkins is one of the grandest activities a person can participate in. As you can see the pumpkins turned out great. Ya know, we might be a step family full of various and sundry personalities and expectations but every once in a while a normal day occurs and it is correctly deemed “the best day ever!”
We had a family reunion at my house July 4th weekend. Several weeks of yard and house prep went into it. Fortunately, few of the cousins could come and the numbers were light. While it would have been great to see them, there would have been space, bathroom and shower issues if everyone had made it. Turns out the number was just right.
Most of my family was there. Unfortunately, Kyle’s family couldn’t make it. But, Tyler and April were there and Kevin, Wendy and the kids were there. My parents and Marion were major participants of course. And, my aunt Carol and cousin Angie stopped by for dinner on Friday and uncle Keith and Doreen showed up for the festivities on Saturday.
Friday we had a blast. We went boating. The kids loved it. Despite many efforts, some of them would not vacate the boat. The result was mega sunburns. But, they had a great time. We got some great pics of the kids (big and little) on the tube. They loved it. My baby brother did the driving from 8:30 AM to 5:30 PM. He was a trooper and totally wasted when all was said and done.
Saturday morning we did the traditional breakfast. Then we took off to shoot clay pigeons with the shotgun and targets with a BB gun. The kids had a good time. They were taught some rules about gun safety and they all made sure to stay behind the firing line.
One of the highlights was finding Lizzy. A little desert lizard we happened upon. We had fun with her for awhile and when it was time to come home we released her into the wild.
After the “firing range” we were all hot and sticky. We broke out the slip and slide and water balloons. Crazy! The kids had a blast making a splash.
By the time the weekend was over, we were exhausted. We had played ourselves out.