I admit.
I was a little nervous to have this family to dinner.
When you combine our two families, there are seven children
under the age of seven, five of which are boys between the ages of three and
seven. I feared there would be more
chaos than I could handle.
On the flip side, I knew it would be fun. My boys would be in play date Heaven.
The T. Family are happy, easy going people. Mr. T. is always quick with a joke. Mrs.
T. is too kind for words. We are still
friends even after my embarrassing display of poor manners last February. I invited my family over to her house on
Superbowl Sunday, two weeks before she had a baby, so I could see Madonna
perform at half time. Not only did Mrs.
T. say, “Sure…Come Over, ” she fed us pizza and bowls of white chocolate popcorn. Mrs. T. is a gem.
This Sunday for dinner, I made green chili and chicken
enchiladas, corn pudding, roasted sweet potatoes, and oven-fried chicken for
the kids. Mrs. T. brought blackberries and
melon. As luck would have it, a friend
dropped off a beautiful chocolate chip bundt cake the night before which
quickly turned into a birthday cake for T. Family boy #3.
Dinnertime for the kids lasted less than five minutes. I wondered why I even tried to feed
them. They had more important things to
do with Match Box cars in the toy room.
During dinner, we got to hear how Mr. and Mrs. T. met and the
saga of their five-year, on again, off again dating relationship. My favorite story by far occurred on their
wedding night. After a long day of
ceremony and partying, the newly Mr. and Mrs. T. drove off to a fancy hotel to stay
for the night. Once in the room, Mrs. T.
realized she had no contact lens solution.
Mr. T., the devoted new husband, drove around town frantically looking
for an open store. Upon returning to the
hotel with bottle in hand, Mr. T. found his new wife in bed, deep asleep. Not wanting to wake tired Mrs. T., a slightly
disappointed Mr. T. climbed into bed and went to sleep. That’s love.
After chatting around the table, a few hours later, it was bed time for both our families. The T. family cleaned our toy room, lured
their children into their minivan with iPhone games, and drove away.
My fears were completely unfounded. No one wrote on the walls, jumped on the
furniture, or broke anything. Even the
candles used on the birthday cake didn’t ignite anything else in the house. Maybe next dinner, we will venture out to the
pool and see how four adults manage seven wet and splashing children under
seven.
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