Happy Valentines Day. We celebrate the day of love the same way we celebrate every other holiday: with a sugar fest.
Sunday we had dinner and family home evening at Mom and Dad's house. It was like having Mom back from the dead. We even webcamed Tyler and Chelsea in from Utah (could Beck get any cuter-I don't think so.) Dad gave a powerpoint presentation on his trip to Peru and the cousins ran amuck.
One hard moment of the night was watching Wilson attempt to be included in adult conversation and humor. Since he's 12 he has little social sense and what was meant as a joke came across as major disrespect. Wilson felt the disapproval from his uncle and was really embarrassed. I am surprised to discover that is actually more painful to watch your kids go through this age than it is to be this age. I hope it is easier the second, third, fourth, fifth time around. Wilson has made such major strides (like not punching people anymore) but social interactions may never be his strength. On the plus side, wrestling appears to be a real strong point, literally. He could break me in half and can nearly take down his Dad. I give Tony two years tops before he is feeling the rug burns.
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I see there is an extra cookie on the table, one more than is in your family. Clearly this is a sign that out there somewhere is your last baby! Hurray!
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