This week was a good week: I was productive at work, Miles had a soccer game and played well, and we got a good bit of family time. But even on good weeks I often find myself sighing a happy sign when Friday night rolls around.
We have a Friday night routine that is becoming close to becoming a full-fledged tradition. Friday night means a new movie (always animated these days, but I look forward to the future and the world of the PG movie) and snack dinner, eaten in the basement during the movie. Snack dinner requires no cooking, beyond popcorn in the microwave, and features all foods that nobody will whine about. Tonight’s menu included mini blueberry muffins, watermelon spears, dill pickles, popcorn and 10 peanut butter M&Ms per child. As is fitting their respective personalities, Miles ate all of his other food first and hoarded the M&Ms until the end whereas Evelyn crammed all of hers in her mouth and then wandered away from her plate to go play with her Shopkins.
(a side note about the Shopkins: we are new to this phenomenon but Ev loves them. I’m a fan because of how creatively she plays with them but ugh, they are so small and I think we’ve already lost some. I think they may be worse than Legos in that respect).
It is raining out tonight and, I don’t know, it just feels so damn cozy to be all in together, with the smell of popcorn and the sound of Kung Fu Panda 2 (Electric Bugaloo) in the air.
Happy weekend, friends.