Every evening that he can, Kevin spends some time playing with the kids before they go to bed. The blessing for me is two-fold: I get to enjoy some peace and quiet without getting mobbed or monitoring some “Mr. Monk-worthy” behavior, and I get to “be a fly on the wall” and just listen to the kids playing with their dad. I laugh out loud more than once listening to them talk to and laugh with him.
Kevin got a set of flashlights in his Christmas stocking, and—how fortunate!—there were three lights in the set. One evening, he gave each of the kids a flashlight and took them into the bathroom where it was dark. With the kind of panache that only Kevin can bring to such experiments, he showed the kids how to do “light painting” on the walls, shower curtain, and mirror. I heard a lot of giggling coming from the bathroom. Then Zoe ran out and said, “Mommy, look what happens if I stick my flashlight under my shirt!”
After that, the kids were “light painting” all over the place. Isn’t it wonderful the way that kids can take the simplest thing and turn it into a grand adventure? Kevin took some pictures of the kids “making their masterpieces,” and they were just too cool not to include on the blog. It might interest you all to note that Zoe keeps careful track of where her flashlight is located, though she’s willing to let Kevin borrow it, if he must.
This last one is actually Adam (or is it Zoe?! Kevin says Adam.), though I’m thinking about submitting it to a paranormal society and suggesting that we are being haunted by a strange little ghost who loves opening and closing doors, pushing buttons, and counting down with the microwave while we’re cooking.