December being birthday month in our family, we gathered at Suzanne and John’s house this evening, officially to honor Mom, who turns 79 tomorrow. Suzanne’s birthday was Friday, and there are others in the family, some long gone and some far distant. It’s always been a challenge to make sure everyone gets their due, but today was Mom’s day, period.
I can’t even tell you how much fun it is to sit around eating Mom’s favorite meal (homemade tacos) and talking family stuff. Suzanne and Eric and Mom and I sat for hours after dinner, drinking coffee and laughing. John would chime in with a gem of his own every so often, as we always know he will.
Tammy and David brought Aiden and Kylie by for a visit before dinner. There was never any question that they would stay very long, because the two little ones never stay long in one place (and the two parents are always worn out and ready to try to get some sleep whenever they can, which isn’t often).
There was football on the television, so Kylie was happy. She’ll sit with David all Sunday afternoon and watch the games with him, wide-eyed with wonder (at how many times the quarterback throws the ball up for grabs, or how often receivers drop wide-open passes). She’s a keen critic of the game. At least, that’s how I read the serene expression on her face when she’s watching. (And don’t get between her and the game. She’ll be happy to have you coo at her during the commercials, which interest her not at all.)
Kylie, in case you’ve forgotten, is not quite three and a half months old.
And Aiden was happy, too. He’s very comfortable in his grandma’s house, and he knows all the rules (because he made up a lot of them). When he wants up, you’d better know what that means and respond. When he brings Grandma the Baby Beluga book and says, “Baby Beluga,” she’s ready to sing. When he wants the train to run around the bottom of the Christmas tree, the excuse that he just knocked it off the track with his big old feet doesn’t hold up very well.