Sunday, October 12, 2012
Marrying into a family of all boys took some getting used to--especially
coming from a family of mostly girls.
Growing up in the Potter Home, no one EVER joked, referred to, or dare
uttered the word penis at the dinner
table. After marrying Ryan, for many
years, it seemed that we couldn’t have a Peterson family dinner without some
reference to the male appendage.
This past weekend, my husband had the chance to spend a “boys
weekend” with his three brothers. They
ate, watched movies, ate some more, watched college football, and laid out on
their parents’ brown sectional like teenage boys.
On Sunday, the Uncles came to dinner: Uncle Devo, Uncle Steve and Uncle Brad. I got to experience a glimpse of the joy of
cooking for hungry men. No one counts
calories, claims to be a vegetarian, or eats like a bird. Everything gets eaten.
I cooked a Chicken Alfredo bow-tie pasta sprinkled with
crisp bacon, spinach salad, sweet potato casserole, grapes, roasted green
beans, and blueberry pie. In turn, the
Uncles brought me a box of pure Heaven:
one pound of See’s Nuts & Chews.
I knew once the box was opened, that I would not rest until they were
finished, so I gladly shared my favorite chocolates with everyone before they
made permanent residence on my thighs.
My favorite part of the dinner was watching my children play
with their Uncles. Usually, the Uncles
come accompanied with so many cousins that my kids could care less about
adults. However, in the absence of other
children, Jack and Rock climbed in their Uncles' laps, played with their iPhones, and tossed balls back and forth. Kate walked around with my camera and took pictures of everyone.
Shortly after dinner, the 2012 boys weekend ended. Uncle Devo had to start his road trip back
home to Utah. Uncle Brad and Uncle Steve were headed to the airport to return to their families in Arizona. After 13 years of marriage, the family dinner
conversation with the Uncles has changed.
These are now married, working men with homes and bills and families
they must provide for. I can’t remember
all the table topics, but this I know for sure:
No one mentioned the “P” word.
Well said Kim. I felt the exact same way too! Too funny
ReplyDeleteIt was a fun dinner - maybe next time you & Emily & Jake will have to invade the boys weekend too!
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