Saturday, February 26, 2011

tacos and friends, what a great combination

We're at a friend's house for a taco night last night. These people have been our friends for a long time and they're especially special because they pretty much adopted Angel #1 this summer when he was living on his own and he became one of their honorary kids. Their daughter was one of #1's friends who came to San Diego to watch him graduate boot camp back in January. We had a great time together and nobody wanted to go home when it was time.

This morning, Angel #4 and I went through a couple more parade homes. There are some really big houses out there. I don't think I'd want a house that big anymore, now that the kids are starting to move out on their own. Once #2 goes off to college, we'll be down to only 2 kids in the house. Not only would I not want a house that size, I really don't feel the need to have an indoor basketball court or a huge home theater system in my house like we saw today either. I'm a less is more kind of person, I guess. But, it is neat to see those kinds of houses, even if you have no plans to ever live in one of them.

After going through the houses, I dropped #4 off at her very first babysitting job. She was pretty excited to join the employment world, though more than a little nervous. Fortunately, the little boy she's sitting is almost 3 and potty trained, which head up her list of worries, since she's never changed a diaper before. She's a conscientious, enthusiastic kid though, and I'm sure she'll do fine and handle any problem that may come her way.

I got a call from Angel #1 today. He spent the last week shooting machine guns and grenade launchers, so it sounds like he was having a good time. There's nothing boys like more than to blow stuff up. He said he's enjoying this second phase of the military much better than boot camp. He graduates this 2nd phase in a week and a half, then he's off to North Carolina for new adventures.

1 comment:

JeanieC said...

I'm with you, DD. Our house is just over 1,400 square feet, and that's plenty big, even when there were four of us living here. A giant house just means more to clean. Yuck!