Man, I can't think of a good title for this blog post. I thought about "turning lemons into frozen yogurt" but then you might think it was a recipe post for lemon frozen yogurt, and I don't know how to make that! So I was afraid everyone would get all upset, leaving me irate comments on how they found my blog looking for a lemon frozen yogurt recipe and here there was none to be found, just more pictures of some kids, and who wants to see more pictures of kids anyway? I've always had an active imagination. It's much less fun as an adult, as you can see.
So here's the little story. The other night Brian had what the Army calls a "social." I call it forced fun, but that's just me. This particular social wasn't really mandatory, and it was definitely not mandatory for me or the littles to participate. It was just a little end of the course farewell. But for some reason, Brian really wanted us to go. So we all packed up and headed downtown for the social. We found ourselves at a bar. A big sports bar. We've taken the littles to bars (with restaurants) before, but this one was in no way prepared for littles. Not their fault, but they looked at us with our kiddos, and just didn't know what to do with us. Milk? Uh, we might have milk...
Anyway. We were the ones with kids, so we ended up at a booth away from the main table where Brian's classmates chatted and laughed. So we basically packed up the kiddos to take them to a bar with no other children in sight to sit alone at a table where we had to go into our "we are in public with our kids" mode, which involves a lot of "I spy" and snacks and drinks and pulling out the ipad and frantically just trying to keep the littles from a full on *FREAK* out. Phew! I'm aware that this post is packed with run-on sentences.
So long story short, we couldn't wait to get outta there. And as we walked outside to the car, the seas parted and the littles became super shiny happy people that danced on the sidewalk to the music pumping out of the bar. And it was sweet to see.