Tonight we had a couple of families over for a Memorial Day cookout. In the spirit of our camping trip earlier this month, it rained, so the cooking was done on the porch, the playing was done throughout the house and yard, and the eating was done in the dining room.
I think a good time was had by all. The D family with their four children (11, 13, 15, and 19) and the W family with their two children (5 months and 3) plus us and our children (9, 15, 17, and 19) all seemed to hit it off well. The three moms sat around talking about various parenting experiences because the mom of the youngest two was asking us “old ladies” some questions.
We shared such memories as:
> Jessica being the Director in Perpetuity of all the big kids’ plays and plans when they were young
> One child disrobing its mom while being fed at the net of a volleyball tournament
> The way baby gear has progressed in the past 15-20 years
> The agonizing process of Josiah learning to read
> Katie teaching herself to read and then reading the entire NIV Bible within the next14 months
> Projectile vomiting, nursing Andrew, and goat’s milk
> Scott making Katie do neck-ups on his lunch breaks
There were many laughs. Good memories.




