A Date With a Prince

A Date With a Prince

Sep 12

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I spent some time yesterday morning thinking through our family traditions. I don’t mean “Chinese-take-out-on-Christmas-Eve” sort of tradition so much as the weekly ritual activities that our kids will grow up remembering. I want their conversation to be replete with sentimental phrases like “Remember how we used to…” fill in the blank…”have carpet picnic every Saturday night?”… “jam with daddy in the studio after dinner?”… “sit on the bottom refrigerator shelf and watch mom poach eggs?” {Both Salem and Mia have chosen that as they’re favorite seat in the house}. I swear, every time the fridge door opens one of them wedges their little bottoms in there and bears this goofy grin making it nearly impossible to remove them. I figure their little bums will go numb before the milk goes bad, so we’re square. Anyway, I’ve been brainstorming other special moments and I stumbled on one just last night. Clark now has a steady gig on Sunday nights {“steady” and “gig”– a musicians two favorite words in the entire English language}. So, last night Salem and I made plans to watch a movie on Mommy’s bed. First of all, to be allowed on Mommy’s bed is right up there with being invited to the Royal Wedding. I’m talking a HUGE deal. And while Mia could care less to watch .5 seconds of television, Salem could sit thru the entire directors cut of Lord of the Rings and The Stand in one sitting without so much as wiggling a pinky. He redefines couch potato. Good thing he has the most efficient mommy in the free world. who literally fold socks while on the toilet. {Don’t act like you’ve never done it.} Rest assured, together we will beat the “lazies”. Ahem… Back to Mommy’s bed. So, after I put my non-tv-impressed 2nd born to bed, Salem, and Bunny, and I snuggled up to watch a movie on Mommy’s bed. I kept looking over at Salem kicking back on Daddy’s side of the bed positively glued to the Prisoner of Azkaban, and I found myself secretly hoping that he will still want to do this with me when he’s old enough to drive unsupervised. And then just when I thought it couldn’t possibly get any sweeter…

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He has insisted on wearing this Little Prince crown ever since his little sister’s 1st Birthday Tea Party and I feel it is worth noting that those are in fact drum sticks he is clutching in his sleep. In a word, unforgettable. I think Movie Night on Mommy’s Bed will in fact be part of our regularly scheduled programming.

What kind of weekly rituals do you enjoy in your house?

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