Traditions can change.
Sometimes by choice.
Other times by circumstances.
We’re at that stage at the Humpfreeze house.
We are old enough to be empty nesters.
Yet, after being a family of six, we find ourselves with an only child.
An only child who has three twenties who come and visit.
The Grunter still lives here and commutes to college downtown and works so we don’t see him very much.
On the rare evening when all four of our lovelies have graced us with their presence on the same night, they are thrilled when I squeal for everyone to stand still so I can quickly try to capture a photo of this fleeting moment.
Boy, oh boy, have my standards changed. Note the gorgeous backdrop of our filthy garage.
Look at the cooperation in their faces when I asked that they stand in birth order.
It’s hard to choose which one to frame and hang in the foyer.
Like I said, traditions change.
Scary Baby’s only child status can make some of our old family traditions a little bit lonely.
The twenties all had places to be, people to see, so we were home with our new only child.
No squirt cheese in a can for Roger Leroy. Everyone didn’t pick their favorite junk food for mom to make.
Instead, we opted for Chili’s chicken nachos and chips and queso.
But we did have our knox blox in team colors.
I’ve been told some traditions can’t be changed.
That’s why I still put a wrinkled, white sheet on the coffee table so Scary Baby could eat on the floor in the family room. Very traditional.
We sent Roger Leroy back up to college with half of the knox blox and toothpicks and pennants.
She rewarded me with this sad little camera phone picture to confirm the darling twins did carry on the tradition.
Really, we’re all okay here. Scary Baby is every bit as much work, if not more, than the first three darlings we have sent into the world.
We hope we will not be too old and tired to enjoy the bored and quiet when it finally comes.
Going backwards about our lovely weekend with the twenties…
Roger Leroy came home to work on her motorcycle. No comment.
Wizzy came home because she kindly coaches Scary Baby’s basketball team at church.
I continue to forget to take pictures during the games. Bad mother habits are hard to break.
It was fun to sit with Roger Leroy and while she got to be a spectator watching her little sister play and her twin coach the game. They won.
It was a special treat to take the twenties to dinner while Scary Baby spent the night at a friends. After an hour of bickering about what restaurant we would eat at because…
The Grunter doesn’t eat pasta.
Wizzy doesn’t like Mexican.
Roger Leroy will not go more than 5 miles for food.
We ended up in a smoky bar and watched some very interesting people.
We laughed a lot. The food was decent.
We really wanted to stay for the band but we just couldn’t hang in the smoke-filled bar.
It was a wild Saturday night. Not.
PhilBillPaul and I do our best to seize the moments when they are available and will have a meal with their old parents.
Side note: We know it’s because we’re buying.
- We were all rooting for the Giants so it was a great game.
- Except for Madonna at halftime. Enough said.
- I was all ready to vote for Clint Eastwood for President…until I realized his moving words were part of a Chrysler commercial.
- Still love those monkeys in the careerbuilder.com ad.
- Second favorite commercial – Jerry Seinfeld for Acura was much better than the vampire party for Audi or the ridiculous Fiat commercial which is why we muted commercials for so many years and the Humpfreeze children only watched PBS
Tradition I miss the most…