Tonight, my non LDS neighbor, Baylee, was helping me make dinner. She was telling me the things that she wanted to do soon, like rock climbing. She then tells me, "I begged my parents to go for family home evening, which we do on Thursday, but they did something else." It made me laugh. When they first moved in and we took Monday nights off, they were kinda bugged. My boys have always loved FHE, but the neighborhood was silent on those nights. So to hear that she has instituted it in her family makes me smile.
Today for lunch I took Cars out. We went to a mexican restaurant. He ordered his meal, but when it came, he didn't want to eat it. He said that it tasted better after they had been in the fridge for a while and then microwaved. I thought he was crazy but said whatever and let him pick on my meal and eat chips and salsa. The minute Baylee got here tonight (her mom works so they go somewhere during the day) Cars says, "Baylee! I got us some hot wings!" The two run off to the kitchen and start heating them up and then gobbled them down. I was laughing to myself. That was very thoughtful. 1) Cars loves hot wings. He could have eaten all 8 himself 2) He saved them specifically to eat with Baylee.
As Baylee was eating a cookie tonight she says to Cars, "I love your moms cookies. I love your moms cakes. I love your moms cooking. I love everything your mom makes." Then my boys started telling her everything they love that I cook. It felt good. Not very many days do you get thanks as a mom. I am tired, tired, tired. Summer is hard. The boys are exhausting me. To hear her say that and then for my boys to agree and join her was really nice. A little smile! I love our neighborhood!
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