Have YOU been blatting? I have. (Believe it or not, it involves Hostess fruit pies...I usually have to find a chocolate one...) My sister took me years ago. I've taken my other sisters and two of my girls. We all took the blatting oath. It's an oath we all take seriously. So I can't tell you what blatting is. I have to SHOW you. (Hubby still doesn't know what it is. He won't just go, he wants me to just tell him what it is. I won't tell him because I took the oath. That really bugs him. But what can I say? I am TRUSTWORTHY.) Wanna go? I'm taking Tula tonight. She's never been - only HEARD about it. She left a comment on my shaving cream post: She said "It was the best day of my life." It reminded me that I need to keep life fun and throw in a surprise once in a while. Those make for the best memories.
My dad used to do things like that for us. Those are the things I remember the most. The little things. Probably the things that cost the least amount of money. The times my dad let his hair down and threw caution to the wind. Have I told you about the time he MC'd a roller skating party in our circular driveway...I probably have. It's foremost in my memory bank. How about Marco Polo games he'd play with us in the pool? He made up bedtime stories all of the time. REALLY good ones...off the top of his head.
One time, as he drove all of us 6 kids up to Utah for a ski trip (without Mom) he wanted to go off road and show us a "really cool shortcut he took as a kid". It was beautiful and picturesque...until we got stuck in snow. Oh yes, it was a memorable trip, spending the night in a stranded, cold Suburban. He woke up every 1/2 hour or so to start the engine or flash S.O.S. lights to any passing aircraft. In the morning, we said a prayer together, he gave us some rules to obey, and then he headed off on foot, in just his cowboy boots, to find help. He ended up rallying a rescue team and saved us from a slow, freezing-to-death death. He was our hero.
All I am saying is this: ENJOY time with each other. Make the most of each day. Every night I have to ask myself, "Did I CONNECT with each one of my kids today? If not, I'm going to do better tomorrow." Sometimes I have to let my hair down, do something a little crazy. Shock the socks off them now and then. They ask, "Mom? What the world? Is that you?" Live it up! I can show them: I am MOM and I am FUN. You may think I'm weird now, but you'll look back someday and say, "She was CRAZY. Remember that time?" Oh the memories we will have to talk about in our rocking chairs on the porch...