The Best Day Evvvvaaaa!

In all of the experiences Meredith has been treated to in her four short years, Sunday was the pinnacle. At least according to her.

Friday afternoon Brandon played in a golf tournament at our friend Scott’s club. Jill E. and I went out later for the dinner and auction and let’s just say Brandon must have been really well hydrated during his round. Scott and his team did a phenomenal job with the tournament! It was a benefit for Riley Hospital, as well as another charity, and raised more money than any tournament I've ever been a part of.

I picked up the kids from my father in law’s by 7:30 a.m. on Saturday. When we got home, we had Dunkin Donut munchkins on the patio and there the kids and I stayed until lunch time.

Later that afternoon we went to see UP. My two line movie review: While not as funny as most of the Disney Pixar movies, UP is a keeper. It deals with a more serious subject matter than most, but does so in a really sweet way. Go see it.

After we left the movies, we made an impromptu decision to take the kids to Bucca Di Bepo for dinner. It’s always loud in there, so I didn’t even need to worry about keeping everyone in line.

Sunday afternoon, after hours of begging, we went to the pool. Brandon came, which happens once, maybe twice a year. I was really glad he did because Meredith decided she was going to learn to swim that day; come Hell or high water. And she did. She started out in very short bursts, and was swimming half the width of the pool 45 minutes later. She even learned to come up for air, and go back down. Her style is a little “fish out of water,” but she’s doing it.

We went to Ritter’s for ice cream to celebrate. Alex pitched a huge fit because we said no to a full-sized banana split. I ordered him the kid version instead and he discovered he can pout and eat at the same time.

We stopped at Costco for detergents of all kinds and water softener salt. It’s obvious central Indiana has hard water. There was only one bag of salt left. I also had to talk Brandon out of a box of fireworks that surely would have burned down our house. Alex’s pouting is genetic.

Brandon grilled salmon for dinner, which is Meredith’s favorite meal. The kids also talked Brandon into making s’mores. We were eating s’mores on the patio and Meredith said, “You know what?! This is the BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!” I said, “Oh really? Better than meeting all of the princesses at Disney? Better than getting a pedicure on your birthday? Better than when Miss Indiana waved to you during the 4th of July parade last year?” “YUP! I wearned to swim undawatta. We ate salmon for dinner and we made s’mores! It’s the best day EVER!!!”

S'mores are capable of restoring harmony like nothing else.

Brandon and Alex do all of the marshmallow roasting. I don't like heat and I'm not at all patient.