The Kiss & Family Night

At the end of our hallway is a picture from our wedding, taken behind us while we kissed at the Palace.  Since Dave has been gone, Brandon has since stopped to look at the picture.  I told him that it was Mommy and Daddy and that it was a kiss.  He pointed and then said, “Daddy,” and then smacked his lips in his version of a kiss.  So for awhile, whenever he passed the picture, he would smack and say, “Kiss”. 

FAMILY NIGHT:

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I took the food and Brandon out for the first trip.  When I searched the callbox, their names didn’t show up!  Oh no!!  So next best thing, would be to call their cells.  I tried Kenny’s first, no answer, so tried Rachel’s.  I didn’t get anything, so then I left a message at Kenny’s phone.  Maybe they had gone somewhere or there was an emergency and family night was called off.  I had left about 20 minutes now, so maybe they were trying to reach me to let me know it had been cancelled.  Hmm…no answer at either cell phone, but sometimes Dave and I don’t have the cell phones next to us, especially at home.  So we tried the next best thing to the call box – shouting.  So we started to call them, “Kenny…Rachel” and Brandon did his best as well.  Normally I tell Brandon to shush, use his indoor voice, or whisper, but in the case, I let him yell to his heart’s content!  Talk about solidifying Rachel’s name in his vocabulary.  He was already practicing as we reviewed the wedding photos that they had sent.  Now anyone in a white party/wedding dress is Rachel – as we were watching TV and he saw one of the actresses in a white dress and proclaimed Rachel.  So back to us standing outside of Rachel and Kenny’s.  They are close to the street, so I figured if we yelled loudly enough, it should work.  That and continuously calling their cells with the hope that they would answer somehow.  If worse came to worse, we would go home – and eat samosas!  We even saw one of their neighbors and I asked her to see if anyone was home at 101.  But she either misunderstood me or did not trust me to come in.  Either way, she did not open the gate nor did she knock at their door.  Still debating whether I should turn around and go home, Rachel came out and rescued us!  She helped with the food while I grabbed the chair.  Whew…family night lives on.  We were the first to arrive, so I tried to start warming up the naan while trying to key somewhat of an eye on Brandon to avoid ruining Kenny’s pride and joy, e.g. the TV.  Whenever we come over, we know to bring soft toys – last week it was the doggy, this week it was some books and Truman the tiger.  But one of the first things Brandon spots is a tennis ball.  He knows where the ball hopper is and likes getting into the tennis rackets.  Luckily James and Katie showed up shortly thereafter and were another pair of hands and eyes for Brandon.  Vivian and Abel showed up last.  When we were all ready to eat, I put Brandon in the high chair and he did pretty well with his Tandoori chicken and naan.  I wasn’t sure how he’d do with the other food, so I kept it as low key as possible.  I knew better, but decided to try the mango lassie in a glass that wasn’t “mommy’s wawa” cup, and sure enough, Brandon did want to try it.  He really liked it and in fact, finished it off!  After dinner, the group played Apples to Apples, a card game, but Brandon was trying to hand out and “shuffle” all the cards, saying, “here you go.”  I had a deck of cards in the diaper bag, so I took those out to distract him.  He had almost reached his limit and “good boy” threshold.  He lost it a bit when he got free and trying to get into the game.  I took him out of the circle and he threw a fit.  That was my signal to get him home.  I shouldn’t have stayed for the game, but was curious how it was played.  Brandon would have been fine had we left right after dinner.  Rachel packed up some dessert for me to take home, and Brandon and I left.  He was calm, and we went upstairs without any trouble.  Usual evening routine completed, I wanted to call Dave to say goodnight.  He did not answer, as he did not earlier as I was standing outside Kenny/Rachel’s.  Brandon left a message saying, “night-night Daddy” and waving into the phone.  So cute!  Too bad no video of that.  Brandon and I continued with our night-nights.  Then Dave called, and I blinded Brandon with the lights of my cell phone.  So Brandon and Dave had a little conversation, mostly Brandon smiling and waving into the phone and somewhat tongue-tied, only eeking out a few words here and there.  He was so close to sleeping, I tried to keep it short with Dave, just long enough to find out that he ate at Olive’s and had fun golfing.  Gee, rough life out on the road.  Have to get ready for work tomorrow!  Most of it was done before we went to Kenny’s, but just a few more things to do.  Night-night.