Out of the Ordinary

Last night was a bit out of the ordinary. Staci had bunco at our house, with the final touches on the new kitchen having been finished on Thursday, so with all the ladies coming over that means the rest of us get kicked out for the night. Fortunately, the ladies coming to our house also means that there are a few houses out there with a dad and kids who can handle another dad and 3 kids coming over to make some noise. Even better than that, last night was game 5 of the Sharks-Predators series - go SHARKS!!

The schedule looked a little something like this -
- try to get out of work a little early (4?)
- get home and help Staci out with a few things
- go pick up the kids at the in-laws who (as always) were nice enough to watch the kids in the afternoon so that Staci could get her stuff done w/o interruption
- go get food
- go over to friend's house
- stay long enough so that we get home after bunco is over, but long before the food gets put way, and before we wear out our welcome at the friend's house.

There were a lot of good things about the whole night, but this one is by far my favorite.

Over at the in-laws, I told Grant and Owen where we were going. Not only did Owen get excited, but Grant immediately understood and was excited too. You see, the friends have 2 great kids, but they also have this huge play room upstairs that is essentially kid-heaven. In addition to that, they have a huge video collection and Grant LOVES looking through it.

So we gathered up the boys' things and started to get in the car. Owen got right in, but Grant was over in the lawn playing with the windmill. Grant... Grant... he looked over but wasn't coming. I knew that he knew where he was supposed to be - in the car. It was time for a test - a test of the 'ordinary'.

We all do this every day with our NT kids - "ok, we're leaving, bye..." and then the child runs over as if to say "no, don't leave me!". Of course, with our non-NT kids, not so much. So, I yelled over "Bye, Grant. We're leaving!". I got in the car and started it.

He ran over, opened the door, and got in.

Ordinary.

And yet, so Out of the Ordinary.