Potty training alert

Here is a tip for all of my friends sending their oldest sons to kindergarten next year.

You still need to put the finishing touches on potty training. I know, I hear the groaning. But it's true!

Trust me, I thought I had finished potty training David years ago. But there was still one more step: He needed to learn how to pee without his bum hanging out. Unfortunately, I didn't realize this until, oh, YESTERDAY.

As we were leaving for church, David announced he needed to go potty. Then he announced that he was going to go potty "not the bare bottom way." He explained, nonchalantly, that Mr. M, their P.E. teacher, had told the kindergarten boys that they shouldn't pee "the bare bottom way." They also shouldn't pee "the bare belly way." (I wonder if Mr. M ever expected that he was one day going to be teaching five-year-old boys not to pee with their behinds flapping in the wind.)

My immediate reaction was to turn red with shame. Who cares if David could write his name, count to 40, follow directions, and read simple sentences. I had sent him to kindergarten without knowing the socially acceptable way to PEE. I was consoled, though, by the fact that it seemed that there were multiple bare bottom offenders in the kindergarten class.

My next reaction was to scold Greg for failing to teach his son to pee the right way. Wouldn't you agree that teaching your sons to pee without their bums hanging out is a father's responsibility? Really, I think it's in the Proclamation on the Family.

He shrugged and said, "I was just doing what my dad did."

"What did your dad do?"

"Nothing."

"So how did you learn to stop peeing with your pants pulled all the way down?"

"One day in first grade, I was peeing the bathroom, and I looked around and realized I was the only one with his behind hanging out."

Well, call me a helicopter parent if you will, but I prefer to take a more proactive approach. Greg is now under strict instructions to break David's bare bottom habit.

So to all of you other helicopter parents about to send your kid on his first forays into the restrooms of a public school: This summer, in between flash cards and splash pads, don't forget to teach your son that when he's peein' in the pot he should be hidin' his hiney.

Snow bunnies

Waiting for David's lesson to start:

Mary was such a good sport and went with me to take David to his ski lesson so Greg could have some quiet study time. She was so proud to be with David and kept encouraging him to practice. I was proud of David too--he is so much more comfortable on skis now!

Waiting for David's lesson to end:

Mary wanted me to take a picture of her (with her arms inside her jacket) while we were waiting for David's lesson to end. You can see David way in the background.

David has mastered the tow lift and the bunny hill. Next time, he'll be riding the chair lift with the best of them!

P.S. Let's be clear. David isn't a natural. Shh. Don't tell him though. For the last couple of lessons, he has been the only student. Because he has no one to compare himself to (unlike the rather demoralizing basketball experience), he has no clue he's not catching on especially fast. He can only compare himself to himself--and he can see that he's getting better. Which is what matters. So it's been good. (Plus, David's instructor had so much fun goofing around with David that he begged me to bring David back this week for another lesson so they could hang out again. I guess my son is Mr. Personality!)

Another basketball game

This time it was wasn't the Badgers. It was even better! We saw the Orange Crush play their final game.

(So much for not telling David about the last game. I felt guilty hiding it from him, and I'm not sure I would have been successful given the fact that just about every kindergartner in his school is playing rec basketball this season. True to form, David was excited and determined to go.)

I took plenty of pictures, hoping for one decent shot. I'm not sure I ever got the decent shot, but when I looked at the lot of pictures, I couldn't help but laugh. Kindergarten basketball is a funny thing. Very funny.

This is David with his hands up to create his special opponent vision spy goggles. He's looking for the kid he's supposed to be guarding. (This kind of reminds me of the time he spent his turn as goalie using his "camera" to look for injured kids.)

It's hard to catch the ball WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED.

(In David's defense, I completely understand that it's hard not to close your eyes when a giant orange missile is flying towards your face.)

Look, he's open! And his eyes are open.

The two 8's.

For most of the game, David (#8) was paired up to guard the other #8. It was a perfect match. The other #8 spent a good deal of the game with his shirt pulled up over his head, while our #8 spent a good deal of the game plopping down in the middle of the key. The only problem was that they kept losing each other as they each wandered aimlessly around the court.

David did have his moments when he was focused and serious. Look at that face. He means business.

Hustle, hustle!

Classic pose. From the NBA down to the 5-year-olds.

He's open!!

Finally, the ball gets passed to David. His hands are up and his eyes are open. See the look of amazement on his coach's face, "Wow. That kid might actually catch the ball."

He didn't. It bonked him on top of the head. But a member of our team got the rebound off his head! (You have to have a sense of humor if you are watching kindergarten basketball.)

Hey, guys, this kid is WIDE OPEN.

(Sometimes when you wander around the court aimlessly you find yourself wide open under the hoop! Of course, it would be even better if you could CATCH THE BALL. But first things first.)

As with soccer, David's favorite parts of the game were when he wasn't playing. This was the position he assumed during his breaks.

Unfortunately, David assumed this position in the middle of the game right underneath the basketball hoop. David doesn't always wait until he's out on break to take a break.

The other coach had to pick him up and move him out of the key. It was a special moment.

And just when we were ready to pack it in, go home, and call a therapist to piece back together our son's self-esteem, the impossible happened!! David got the rebound, dribbled the ball all the way down the court without losing it, paused to see if any teammates were open (they weren't), and took a shot!

No, he didn't make it. This is my life, not a Disney movie. But I was BLOWN AWAY with what David had done! He got a rebound! He dribbled the ball! All the way down the court! And didn't let anyone take it away! And he shot! And the ball went in the direction of the basketball hoop! It was awesome.

Then it happened again! A teammate passed him the ball--and he caught it! Look, I have proof:

Then he looked around for open teammates, heard his coach shouting, "Shoot it! Shoot it!" and shot it! No, it didn't go in. But it went high and in the direction of the basketball hoop. Another miracle! Way to go, David!

Two minutes later the game was over. It was the perfect ending to a bumpy season. I have to give David a lot of credit for not giving up. He might have only had a few minutes of "success," but he never would have experienced those moments of accomplishment had he quit weeks ago (like I wanted him to). I'm not sure we'll jump to sign him up for basketball again anytime soon. But I have to admit that he did learn more about the game and definitely improved his skills. I'm proud of him for hanging in there.

Hooray for David!

P.S. Did you know the grown-ups all leave the kindergarten basketball games with tear-streaked faces? That's because you either cry or laugh.

P.P.S. Mary would like me to include this picture of her at the game. Mary loves to go watch David play.

Encore

After Mary's rather, shall we say, reserved performance last month, she treated us to a very lively encore this week. She was tap dancing up a storm . . . to quiet, peaceful Primary songs (?!). Her little legs were moving faster than the wings of a hummingbird. And, unlike the Mary in the pictures above, she had a huge smile on her face almost the whole time, except when the shutter on my camera opened.

You can see uncut (i.e. boring parts included), unedited (i.e. sideways) video clips here and here. Of course, the best dancing happened well before I pulled out my camera. But, oh well. I figure after several months of dance lessons, I owe the Internet some footage of Mary dancing.

Since we're on the subject of video clips, Greg rescued my video footage of the Kindergarten performance. You can see a couple of them here and here. If you draw a line straight down from the basketball hoop in the back, you will see David in the front row. If you still can't spot him, looking at the pictures in this post might help.

Next month is the Kindergarten Spring Concert. I can't wait!

P.S. You might notice in the above pictures that Mary recently got a hair cut. I have hated her hair cuts here in Wisconsin. I just hadn't found someone who was comfortable working with a young child who could also do a decent job. (I'm not looking for perfection, but Mary has enough hair to warrant a good cut!) Finally, after trying several different stylists at different locations, I found THE ONE. She was so nice and kind and patient . . . and she took the time, and had the skills, to do a good job. I was so happy! It was a burden lifted, and I was floating. I asked for her card and her work schedule and was ready to make another appointment right then. And that's when she informed me that she was moving to Minnesota on Tuesday. Nooooooo! My heart dropped. I considered asking her where in Minnesota. I mean some places in Minnesota are only three hours away. . . . Instead, I wished her well and thanked her for giving my daughter a decent cut before she leaves. I have six more weeks to find someone else. For two weeks Mary will look a little dorky with her hair (and bangs!) on the short side, then for two weeks it will be really cute, and then for two weeks she'll look shaggy, and then I won't be able to take it anymore and we'll try all over again.

Collections

This year David has turned into something of a collector. He saves leaves, rocks, wishbones, feathers, and the pieces of a broken ceramic piggy bank in a large glass jar in his room. I'm not a fan of his "collection," but as long has it stays in the jar, I couldn't care less.

He also collects Pokemon cards (even though he has no idea what to do with them and his parents are even more clueless) and has tried several times to start an ice cube collection in his bedroom (with watery results).

Not surprisingly, Mary tried to join the collecting bandwagon.

Yesterday Greg was trimming Mary's toenails. Then and there, Mary decided she wanted to start a toenail trimmings collection. She cried that she wanted to keep the trimmings, wailing, "But I need them for my toenail collection! I NEED THEM FOR MY COLLECTION."

Gross.

No, she doesn't have a toenail collection. Sometimes you just gotta be a mean parent and, heaven forbid, put your daughter's toenail clippings in the trash.

Maybe we'll give her some Pokemon cards.

Moths to the light

So there we were after the basketball game on Saturday: Just blocks from the state capitol on a beautiful sunny afternoon. Seemed the perfect opportunity for a walk down State Street. Greg and I looked at each other, and we both knew immediately we wanted to go check out the capitol.

And why not? We've embraced cheese curds, the Packers, super short ski runs, Big Ten athletics, and snow pants. I've even walked on a frozen lake. By choice. Why wouldn't we adopt that quintessential Madisonian past time and take up protesting?

Relax. This isn't a political post. We were merely curious spectators with an hour or two to kill on a lovely afternoon (and with children whose walking muscles could use some strengthening). I won't even tell you which side of the capitol we were on--the east with the handful of Tea Party members or with everybody else.

Here was our walk down State Street.

David was quick to note that the people with signs were on their way to "help say no to the rule the teachers don't like." (In the face of a complicated issue, I think it's only natural, and sweet, for a five-year-old to feel protective of his kindergarten teacher.)

The steps of the capitol were crowded. It was calm and festive and serious all at the same time. In the picture below, you can see the sign (on the left) of one brave soul who planted himself on the unsympathetic side of the capitol. (Oops. I just gave away where we were.) I had to give him points for not preaching to the choir--but he lost twice that many points for explaining that his reasons for passing the bill had something to do with Jesus.

In the above picture, if you look to the very left, you can just barely see David on Greg's shoulders with Mary's little face underneath David's shoe.

Our kids were happy to be there. (Partly, because we didn't stay long.)

Their suburban legs couldn't carry them all the way back to the car though. So David rode on Greg's shoulders, and Mary rode on mine.

The best part was Mary's determination to get INSIDE the capitol building. She doggedly pushed her way through the crowd on those steps until we yanked her back. She pleaded to be taken inside. I'm not sure why . . . happy memories of the building? Is she a political activist at heart? Or, most likely, did she harbor an irrational belief that the building contains chocolate donuts?

Whatever the reason, there was no way we were pressing inside. Here is a picture of the inside. Incidentally, on Friday while Greg was meeting with his adviser in her office, she received a phone call from the county emergency management office. They wanted to know how many people could stand on the terrace inside the capitol before it collapses. Like I said, there was no way we were going inside, no matter how forceful my little girl can be.

So we walked back to the car. And that was that.

I have lots of little quips (about both sides) in my head. But tensions are high, and people are very earnest. So it doesn't feel entirely appropriate to take a quippy tone, especially given the fact that I'm essentially an outsider.

But I think poking our heads in for a few minutes at a good old-fashioned Mad City protest puts a couple little drops of true Wisconsinite blood in our veins. That and the snow pants.

God's big commandent

Yesterday David informed us that everyone at school breaks God's big commandment except for him.

I remained calm on the outside--something I assume is requisite if I hope my kid will talk to me about the darker side of his school days--but on the inside I was beginning to panic.

I know I post a lot about how much we love kindergarten, which we do, but it hasn't been perfect. Trust me, I've had a couple of school panic attacks, where a chorus of voices that's been accumulating in my head rises up and chokes my confidence in this elementary school and makes me briefly wonder if I should pull my kid out and and and what?--and that's usually when the panic attack ends.

So far my panic attacks have been limited to such things as D'Nealian handwriting, which is eeeevil like the fruuuuits of the deveeeel eeeevil, and the stupid books they bring home to read, which actually seem to be working. (My biggest school panic attack occurred when David's teacher and I were stumbling around metaphorically on different pages when it came to why David struggles with certain things and what could best help him. It was a very serious panic attack and led to a week of sleepless nights. It's an incident that is probably worth writing about--especially since it turned out very well. But I think, I feel, it falls into the category of disrespecting David's privacy.) But not yet have I had one of those panicky moments where I think school is a negative environment or a place where David is exposed to bad influences. I expect those moments will come in the future. But, thankfully, not yet.

Until David announced that he is the only one who doesn't break God's big commandment.

What is God's big commandment??? Why do I not know this? And why are all the kids in the school breaking it?

So I asked, calmly, "What is God's big commandment?"

"Choose the right." Duh.

Okay, okay, I should have known that. But how are all these kids choosing the wrong? What are they doing? Immediately, I am imagining swearing. Are these kids swearing?! Would David even recognize a bad word? Oh my, what if he can recognize bad words?! Are they stealing? What are they stealing? Hitting? Pushing? Punching? Are they sneaking off somewhere at recess to do--I don't even know what. Are they running some kind of gambling operation in the ditch out back? Oh no--what if someone brought a dirty magazine to school and they met under the teacher's desk during free choice time to look at it? I was really starting to panic!

So I asked, calmly, "So how are the kids not choosing the right?"

David answered defensively, "Well, me and Bailey never do it."

"Who does it?"

"Cathy."*

Cathy?? Seriously? That confused me because she's like the teacher's pet. I tried to imagine Cathy swearing, but even my running-wild imagination couldn't conjure up the image.

"What does Cathy do?"

"She tattles. Always! She always tattles on everybody!"

"And tattling is what everybody--except you and Bailey--does to choose the wrong? That's how they're breaking God's big commandment to choose the right?"

"Yeah, Mom. Tattling is bad, remember?"

And with that I breathed a sigh a relief.

I love kindergarten.

* Cathy is not her real name. I do wonder what David is doing that so inspires her to tattle?

Basketball game

This afternoon we AGAIN forced our children to walk more than 6 feet. That's two weeks in a row! (I think David would argue this is abuse, but I would argue that we're simply toughening him up for springtime, when he'll have to do more than sit on his bum and play Lego Star Wars Wii.)

We headed to campus again, but this time our destination was the Kohl Center to see a women's basketball game.

Mary was very serious about waiting for the game to start. She's been looking forward to this since we told her about it.

Wisconsin played Michigan. It was a close game, with Michigan just barely (but consistently) holding the lead. It was also a fast game. (Thank you, thank you, thank you to you wonderful basketball players who rarely fouled and kept the game moving along. We never would have survived a nasty game inching along at the free throw line.)

I think David was more excited about the idea of going to a basketball game than the actual game. But he was an enthusiastic fan at the beginning. And he enjoyed his popcorn.

Always exciting to see Bucky Badger.

In the last few minutes of the game, the Badgers finally took the lead.

Mary cheered on the team.

(Actually, she cheered on both teams. But we forgive her, just look how cute she is.)

The tight score made for an exciting finale. Alas, the Wolverines won 68-66. Oh well. (Last night David prayed that the Badgers would win. I guess now is as good of time as any to learn that God doesn't always answer your prayers exactly the way you want. Also, it helps that by the end David was so bored that he seriously didn't know who won until we were talking about it in the car on the way home.)

It was really fun! And I say that with surprise in my voice. I feel like we should take advantage of the opportunities that come with living in a college town. And college athletics is one of those opportunities....but it doesn't mean I thought it would be fun. But it was! Yay, Badgers!

P.S. I was impressed with #30 Alyssa Karel. She's a high-scoring, spunky guard who's graduating in nursing with awesome grades and starting P.A. school in the fall. Not bad!

Stack of stuff

I've begun to resort to stacking things up as a way of "cleaning" my house. Sigh. That's never a good sign.

But in honor of the stacks on my kitchen counter, the computer desk, and the chair in the corner of the dining room, as well as the stacks in my closet, the basement, and the laundry room, here is a metaphorical stack of stuff all squashed together in one precariously balanced tower for the blogosphere.

I will number the items in this stack, lest you become lost in the clutter.

1. LOST TOOTH. David lost his second tooth! And this time he didn't lose his lost tooth. It fell out yesterday afternoon during Lego Club. Another volunteer happened to have a little plastic baggie, so the tooth was safe until bedtime. Incidentally, David was grossed out about putting a nasty bloody tooth under his pillow, even though it was in a plastic baggie. He insisted on leaving the tooth on the other side of the room. To be honest, I can't blame him. Fortunately, the tooth fairy found the tooth in its less than traditional keeping place.

2. PARTY. A few weeks ago we drove to Milwaukee for a party. My kids are always game for a party! We were there to visit Leah, a very dear friend from my mission in the Dominican Republic, and to celebrate her son Ian's third birthday.

This is David, Ian, Noah, Mary, Cole, and Benson.

A good time was had by all. Best of all, I finally got to meet his beautiful baby girl, Sage.

You can see more pictures of the festivities here. I highly recommend you check out the cool pinata Ian's dad made. But then come right back because I have more stuff for you here.

3. CAREER PLANS. Mary announced, unprompted, that she wants to be a teacher when she grows up. Oh, it warmed my heart. She also told Daddy that he should be a doctor when he grows up.

4. COUSINS. Back in November, just in the nick of time for Thanksgiving dinner, we discovered real, live cousins here in Madison! This past Saturday I got to go to Deserae's baby shower, then on Sunday she and her husband Mikhael came to dinner AND Deserae's mom was in town too. So we got to visit with Aunt Rula as well!

Here we are with Deserae, Baby Elim, and Rula. Mikhael kindly took the photo.

Baby Elim was a pretty busy that evening. At one point, Deserae let David put his hand on her belly--and Elim gave him a big kick! You should have seen David's face. It was like he'd just seen Santa Claus. Later on, he bragged to Mary about how he'd felt the baby kick. The next morning he was still thinking about it because he asked me if he had ever kicked me when he was inside. When I said that he had--a lot--he wondered why. His theory was that I had poked him with long needles, prompting him to give me a big kick. I assured him that wasn't the case. We look forward to meeting Elim face to face next month. And maybe some more baby kicks.

5. BASKETBALL. Right now would be as good of place as any to post pictures of David playing on his kindergarten basketball team. Except that I haven't taken any. Which is okay because I think this is one of those things we'd all rather forget. (Help!! What do you do when your kid is terrible at something???) I have to give David credit for going faithfully and happily to every game. But he definitely doesn't come home happy. He comes home every time broken-hearted because he knows he's the worst player. The problem is that he won't not go! He never says no to something that could potentially be fun. But we're running out of potential. Quitters never win, but quitters also don't get their confidence flushed down the toilet by a bunch of double-dribbling, traveling, fouling five-year-olds. How I wish my son would say, "I quit!" Do you think it's wrong to conveniently not tell him about the last game? Is that lying? Is lying to your kid in a situation like this wrong? I just don't think his self-esteem can take another game--and I know my heart can't.

6. VALENTINE COOKIES. On Monday night, my good friend Skye offered to watch our kids so Greg and I could go out to dinner . . . ALONE. Aaaah, it was so nice. In our absence, the kids all had a blast together, but they didn't get around to decorating the valentines cookies. So we all got to go back to Skye's house together the next day for a big heart cookie decorating extravaganza.

Fun, fun!

And yummy!

Though, as you can see from this little friend, decorating cookies can be a bit tiring.

Skye is also David's fabulous Primary teacher at church. (David is learning so much this year!) What a sweet woman to happily hang out with David three days in a row!

7. WEATHER. I am going to complain just for a moment about the weather. (Deal with it.) Everyone else in the state is walking on clouds of joy because we've been experiencing some balmy 40-degree days. But it's making me grouchy. First of all, I think I'm colder than ever. That's because it feels so dang warm that I don't bother to wear a coat or blow dry my hair. This winter is messing with my brain. Secondly, it feels like spring, but it's not really spring. I don't like Mother Nature lying to me. The world is dreary and soggy and muddy and brown and goopy-green and covered with a patchwork of dirty snow. Dirty snow! I hate dirty snow. I can find nothing aesthetically pleasing about dirty snow. All this warm weather has brought to us is ugliness. And in a few days the temperature will drop, and the ugliness will be FROZEN IN PLACE. We'll be stuck with it, and the feeling of hope will be gone. (Can you tell I am having a glass half empty week?)

8. PROTEST DAY. School was cancelled today. No, it was not because we're drowning in an ocean of MUCK (see item #7). In case you haven't heard, the teachers--and a lot of other folks--are down at the capitol today. We heard an audio clip of the protests on the radio this morning, and David proudly declared, "I think I hear Mrs. Q!" (Since then, I've been careful to avoid audio and visual news accounts today--there is a lot of protesting going on these days and it can be confusing for a little kid to understand the difference between what's happening in Bahrain and what's happening down the road.) I suppose today proves that, as much as I love living here, I am not a true Madisonian: Instead of taking my kids to the capitol for an educational experience in democracy, we stayed home for play dates. And to stack stuff up....

Which brings me to the end of this stack of stuff.

School pictures

Now that we're well past the 100th day of school, I'd say it's about time to post some school pictures. (Better late than never. Story of my life.)

First, David's.

Not bad for a yearbook-ish shot! What a handsome young man. (If only I'd known not to put him a color that would clash with the background. But I guess a school picture just isn't a school picture if you don't clash with the background.)

Next, Mary's.

What a beautiful girl. Not your typical school picture. And I love it! (The picture is even better in real life, I promise.) Thank you, Amy Jester! And, thank you, Mary's school for inviting a real photographer.

Mary's non-yearbook-ish picture got me itching to have a similar one of David. Enter my friend Shannon to save the day.

It's such a cute picture! I love it! (Again, it's behind glass here, so you can't see what a great picture it is.)

Now, for a special treat, let's look back at last year's school pictures. . . .

Oh yeah. Nothing beats those pictures. If you ever need a little pick-me-up, feel free to go here.

The power of the written word

Mary's message

Mary loves nothing more than to disappear with my camera. I never know what I'm going to upload. Mary must have commandeered my camera at some point this weekend because I found some unusual pictures on it this morning.

I uploaded this.

Isn't that sweet? Perfect timing! Is it possibly, really a message for me?

If so, then the message behind this picture

is "Mom, you really should not take showers, lest a can of syrupy mandarin oranges ends up right next to your computer." Now, I do not know if the can was open at the time of the photograph, but I do know the can was open after my shower. So there is reason to believe the can was open right next to my laptop. Scary! I am henceforth removing "showering" from my schedule. Sorry for the smell.

This picture says

"Hey, Mom, check out the depth of field action I can get on your point and shoot without even trying! Ha ha, I'd like to see YOU get any bokeh with that little camera!"

Also,

"There are crumbs on your table."

And then there was this picture.

I believe Mary's message was, "Mom, are you ever going to wipe the crusty snot off my face? Or the remains of that Oreo cookie?"

Actually, that's not fair. I think Mary's message was simply

"Hi!"

I love you too, Funny Bunny.

P.S. As for my message to you today, I refer you back to Mary's first picture.

Night on the town

Yesterday we enjoyed a night on the town.

(I use the term "night" loosely here. With our kids, a "night" on the town starts at 3:30 and had better be wrapping up by seven.)

We had tickets to see The Wonders of Physics on campus, so we slipped into Greg's parking garage just as it was emptying after Badger basketball's exciting win against the Buckeyes. We walked to the physics building amid the jubilation.

Fortunately, the crowds thinned out quickly, and by the end we had the sidewalks practically to ourselves.

Which is a good thing, lest the entire world hear our son whining about the trials and tribulations of walking half a mile. (Yikes! We have raised a total suburbanite who doesn't know what to do when his bum isn't in a booster.)

Mary, on the other hand, was quite chipper. She held onto her daddy's pinkie.

This is what my kids look like in a college lecture hall.

They look smart, don't you think?

David loved the show. He was his natural super-enthusiastic self. Mary didn't make it all the way through. She tried to keep a brave face, but exploding balloons and fire tornadoes were too much for her. After a silly little clip from Young Frakenstein, she completely lost it. So Greg took her to play in the little physics museum while David and I watched the rest of the show.

Hooray for Physics!

As we walked back to the car, we talked about our favorite parts, including the lightening, the guy who danced on water, the giant cloud, the kid whose head was cut off, the rainbow, and the exploding Coke bottle. We laughed and held hands. It was a lovely walk, together as a family. (I will leave out the part about David lying on the sidewalk refusing to walk any farther.)

For dinner we made a wonderful discovery: Pizza Brutta (on Monroe Street across from Trader Joe's). A wonderful discovery.

So, so, so delish! It's probably ridiculous the degree of happiness their food brought to my soul, and Greg's! (And our kids were happy too.)

Best of all, we were home in plenty of time for scriptures, bath, stories, and bed.

A very good night on the town.