1. - Yesterday we took the kids to a corn maze with a bunch of other same-sex headed families:
The kids had a great time, more with playing with the dried corn cobs than the maze, and the parents got to feel a bit of solidarity during this difficult time for all our families here in Utah. Brian was a trail blazer:
I was more of a pack animal:
2. - I slept in late today, and was woken up by Brian sneaking into bed with a hug, and a "Good morning papa" followed by a couple pats and a "You're a good papa."
3. - On Sundays Brian usually goes with my parents from our breakfast to our family dinner but Alan always like to stay with us. So I asked Brian "Why do you like to go to grandpa and gramee's house?"
Brian: "Well [with his adorable smile]... They let me eat a lot of cookies, and I can watch cartoons all the time, and I don't have to say please or thank you."
Ah ha, Mom and Dad! You've been ratted out. Typical Grandparent behavior, if I can be so prejudiced.
4. - At breakfast we talked about Prop 8 and what the LDS church is doing. I'm so blessed to have parents more on "our side" than even I am at times. My dad gets more strident in his frustration with the LDS church than is in my nature, and who knows the result of my mom's letter yet, but I run out of patience at times too and wouldn't risk changing a thing about my parents. Knowing you've got family at your back makes most opponents less likely to succeed.
5. - We have even more pets now. Add to the dog, two rabbits, frog (we lost two, may they RIP), and two parakeets about two dozen ants. Here they are moving in to their farm:
Alan has been staring at them for hours. Turns out they are all named Ben.
I guess I'm trying to say the sum of the little things in a day or two makes a lot of difference.