Oh great, another annoying recurring theme to my blog posts - we're so busy, blah, blah, blah. Well, here we are, driving to some activity or another every afternoon - ice skating, karate, drama... It's what I said I would never do, but now I just want them to try everything so they can decide what they really like to do. And besides, I like this part of being a mom - sitting in the waiting rooms, or on the freezing bleachers at the ice rink - watching my kids have fun, being part of the mom tribe. We share stories and give advice and talk about the books we're reading. It's so ordinary - so blessedly ordinary - that I love almost every day of doing it. (Qualifier in there because of days when I have to pick up one kid, drop off, pick up other kid, drop off, drive like a crazy driver to pick up first kid... you get the idea.)
Jason got his orange belt - we went to the Asian Bistro. Ali will be next for her yellow belt. We'll go to the Asian Bistro. Traditions are good.
Oh, and we went to Niagara Falls. It was dark and cold. And Jason's comment? "I thought it would be bigger." Funny.