I’m thankful for Harry Potter.
Because as I sit here and type my two oldest kids are giddy as can be as they sit in a theater awaiting the midnight showing of the latest and greatest H.P. adventure. Elle’s with a bunch of her friends who planned this ages ago, and Dave consented to take Max and a bunch of his friends along too. (He wins father-of-the-year for that one for sure.)
My little girls are tucked safely in bed and I need to join them because I think I’m getting sick…and getting a cold sore…not a great combo right before I leave to speak at Time Out for Women tomorrow….
But first I just wanted to add one more thing about volleyball before I forget.
Because last month the girls and I had a memorable road trip to watch another one of Max’s tournaments. It was in a city that is a couple hours away from here and although the girls had all sorts of other ideas to fill up their Saturday, I loaded them kicking and screaming into the car (not really…they were actually pretty compliant but kicking and screaming sounds better).
My Dad LOVES road trips. And I know why: enclosed in a car is where some of the best discussions come alive. So last month I decided I agree with him…road trips are great.
Elle was the designated photographer.
And it’s a good thing because look at this gorgeous countryside she got to photograph!
(Yeah, although the desert does have some breath-taking beauty, sometimes you have to kinda search for it…and we did NOT find it on this trip.)
So instead of oooohind and ahhhhing about the scenery we played a great game with these books:We have a few of them for different ages…each time one of the kids gets an answer right they get a nickel. And believe me, those babies accumulate well and then equal happy kids at the next gas station stop because they get to buy a treat with their hard-earned nickels. (Thanks for the idea, Claudia!)
I have always been very anti having a DVD player in your car. I mean, come on, that’s where discussions happen, right? But I must say that I changed my tune with the emergence of Lucy’s reign in our family. Now I thank my lucky stars for our car DVD player each and every time we get in the car for over a half hour because those great discussions I was talking about would NOT be happening if Lucy had her screaming and tantrum-ing way. Instead, she’s nestled in happily watching some show…until we look at her wrong, then we get this:
The volleyball was great…for those two or three minutes poor Max got to play. See him in there? He’s number nine in the middle: Check out that concentration.
The girls were VERY enthralled in the volleyball:
They did, at least, make some serious “spirit banners” in the car on the way, and held them up for approximately four-and-a-half seconds:
(I kid about the “serious” part, but at least they tried…although those signs are totally overexposed, they say “G” “O”, “M” “A” “X.”)
The girls and I had to turn around and take off to get back for the trunk-or-treat party not long after we arrived.
But I’ll tell you, that trip was totally worth it.
I’m with my Dad: I’m thankful for road trips.