This thing about having fun? Well, it's fun. Surprisingly.
A scene from last night: 5:05. Mommy rushes in the door from work to the the constant Sammy refrain of mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy and the splashing sound Oliver's arm makes creating mini-tsunami's in the fish tank upstairs as Nik recounts how good, bad, and tiring his day with the children was. I slap a couple of sausages in the pan and assemble the remaining ingredients for the jumbalaya on the menu. Sam clings to my legs making me feel like I've suddenly grown an extra appendage. Oliver wanders into the kitchen dripping from head to toe and I wonder if I hear the sound of fish flopping and gasping for breath in the upstairs hallway. Then, from out of nowhere:
"Jumbalaya, crawfish pie, fillet, gumbo. 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my machez a mio. ... "
Sam, still attached to my leg, is then whirling around the kitchen as I pirouette over and grab Nik's hand. The sound, the song, is coming from me and a glance down at Oliver's face reveals a half-frozen smile but eyes that dance and say: "What is going on here?" I reach down and grab Sam's chubby little body and spin him into the air, feet flying as we make another set of turns around the kitchen. Nik grabs Oliver, hoists him into the air as well, doing an elaborate set of spins and dips and joins in for the next chorus:
"Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh my oh! Son of a gun, well have big fun on the bayou!"
Then more dancing in the living room, dining room, up the stairs, on the beds, and a look of sheer, glorious, pleasure across each red and sweaty face. Big and Small.
OK. And now the pictures I promised.