Sleepover

We have some friends from out of town visiting the area for a month.   They’re from here, but have taken to traveling on the road as a family for both work, school and general enjoyment.   We’re always happy to hear when our friends and their home on wheels is due to stop in for a while.

Today we got together for dinner and a movie.   The movie was seen by the two husband’s while the dinner was had by my the rest of our two families.   My children grew up playing with our friend’s children and whenever they come around, even though their three older children have grown and matured since we last saw them, everyone seems to pick up where they left off and gets along well playing.

Their son, Gavin, is spending the night with us tonight.   My son may well be Gavin’s number one fan, but my daughter thinks Gavin’s pretty great as well.   For bedtime we decided to put the three of them into the bonus room in sleeping bags.   We tried this some months ago when my daughter vision impairment was relatively new and it was hard for her—she wanted to interact with Gavin in one, very physical and less-mature way while my son wanted to be cool and do the things Gavin wanted to do.

This time (so far) things are going quite well.   Teeth have been brushed, sleeping bags have been agreed upon and sleeping arrangements weren’t argued over (Gavin in the middle, of course).   They’re not nearly asleep yet, but barring overly-tired children conflicts, I suspect they’ll fall asleep within the hour.  I hope they’ll fall asleep within the hour?

The Big Boy Update:  My son has been a lot more gracious and courteous of late.   We were at an indoor arcade/family fun center with Uncle Bob and Uncle Brian and as we were leaving there were a lot of people moving rapidly around the front entrance.   I looked back to see my son reach out to grab his sister’s hand so he could escort her safely through the crowd.  We have never once asked him to do this before and I was so proud of him for thinking of her.

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  There is a possibility my daughter has a specific distance at which she can see better than others.   We’ve noticed she is able to tell a lot more about certain things (say what’s on the television) from a medium far distance like at the back of the room, than at other ranges.   We’re not sure if this is accurate intel or not, but we’re continuing to collect data.   If there is one distance, possibly we can correct with glasses to increase the range in which she can see with something like trifocals or progressive lenses.

Fitness Update:  I ran five miles today, barring the bit where we had to walk for what was not technical or injury-based reasons.   There were neighbors that needed talking to and dogs that needed to be said hello to and several other things that made it less than a full five-mile run.   We intended on seven miles but gave up when we ran out of time.    That being said, it was good to see some of the neighbors I hadn’t had a chance to catch up with in a while.