I’ve already mentioned that last night our church small group got together for a holiday dinner. It was excellent. Our hosts’ house is LOVELY and so beautifully decorated. Their kitchen is a cook’s dream and there was food aplenty. It was nice just to get together for food and fun for a few hours.
CootieGirl was being very precocious all night. At one point R said, “She’s very smart in the way she talks,” and I had to agree. She’s very Little Mother sometimes.
The lowlight was when I realized the ingredient measurements I gave Denis for the yorkshire puddings were off by about 1/2 cup of flour. My yorkshire puddings ended up being like muffin-sized omelettes. So I fed some to R/A’s dogs (with R’s permission, of course) and told the humans NOT to eat them. The rest of the food, fortunately, was delish. The ham was cooked to perfection, and there were so many side dishes I didn’t know what to choose from!
Another fun part of the night was R/A’s game room. They have a room with a pool table (that converts into a ping pong table), a foosball table, and a dartboard. When I told him all that was missing was an air hockey table, R said, “That’s on it’s way!” No idea if he was joking, but if he’s not, he’s got a new best friend. I LOVE air hockey. So a few of us retired to the game room for some fun before my kids got punchy. Punchy as in tired, not violent. Well, I take that back. For CootieBoy it meant punchy as in violent, because when I attempted to take him downstairs he began pulling my hair and slapping my face in protest, and when I put him on the step to calm down he proceeded to scratch my face. Good times. At that point he got a quick swat on the butt, a stern warning and then I walked away so Denis could help CB put on his shoes to go.
But all in all it was still a fun night, and I love my small group.