I am thrilled with DS#2's independence, but not so thrilled that he didn't close the freezer all of the way. After Saturday evening Mass (and dropping off DS#1 to see Harry Potter in 3d with some of his friends) we decided to just head home and eat something there. The kids wanted some pizza rolls so we opened the freezer to find the melt down. Yes, a freezer in a garage in San Antonio in summer has to work pretty hard, and when it is left a bit open, well, it thaws very well. I was able to save some of the food, but most ended up in the trash. DS#2, well, I had him help with the clean-up. I am proud of the fact that, despite the disaster, I didn't even raise my voice once. As upset as I was about the lost food, I was able to keep in mind that this was one of those honest mistakes that can happen when someone is trying to do something for themselves. I was actually able to use it as an example of an "accident" versus things like, say, slapping his sister (which happened that morning). I explained the difference in me being mad at him for slapping his sister that morning and being upset about the freezer melt-down but not mad at him or blaming him for it.
This means that Saturday night I spent my time defrosting and cleaning the freezer before running back out to pick up DS#1 from the movie theater. This, in turn, means that Sunday night I insisted on going to El Marisol, one of my favorite restaurants here in SA, for dinner and a few margaritas. My lovely wife took this picture of DS#3 and me making silly faces with each other. He started making silly faces, so I started making them back. Sounds simple, but hey, we had fun!
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