Fat Mouse

I’ve come to really appreciate a peaceful Saturday morning. Romey’s sleeping, and Dan and Avery are at the ‘Fat Mouse’ (i.e. Chuck E. Cheese—for whatever reason I’ve always called the place Chunky Cheese. My mom and Dan corrected me so I now call the place “where a kid can be a kid” the ‘Fat Mouse’ – funny, right?). Fat mice aside, I love the quiet and stillness of the house, knowing that it won’t last long, and I’ve only got a couple precious “me moments” left.

We’ve had a fairly uneventful couple of weeks. Of note, we celebrated Easter with my parents, and have passed another cold virus through the house. If you were a fly on the wall at our house during a cold outbreak, you’d hear/see stuff like this:

*Hearing one of the baby monitors reporting that someone is in distress. Parents: “Which one is it? Yours or mine?” Both parents: “YOURS!” Both parents: “Nope, definitely yours. I took care of that one last time.”

*Two parents looking through the medicine cabinet at 3:00 a.m. attempting to decipher how much of what to dispense to whom, getting little to no guidance from the medicine packaging because the medicine-maker is too concerned with the prospect of being sued. So Parent A asks Parent B their opinion. Parent A assesses the situation only to realize that Parent B is useless, and performed a small miracle by just finding their way to the medicine cabinet (much less to offer a helpful opinion). Parents A wings it and watches for signs of overdose.

*Two parents face down in the carpet begging for mercy.

A and B are utterly convinced that prospective parents would not become parents if they knew what awaited them. A and B also agree that becoming parents is the BEST thing that ever happened to them. Confusing, right? Bring on the fat mouse….he’ll make sense of it all ;)

For today (and for the moment) we’re feeling grateful—grateful to have a child to feed at 2:00 a.m.; grateful for the ability to take a child to the Fat Mouse. We are blessed.

Ave sliding at the Fat Mouse


















Ave: "Gosh, I'm pretty!"


















Avery smashing it up in a Monster Truck.