Pizza and Squealing

Tonight was date night. I can't offer too many pictures of the madness, because...well...because taking pictures of madness is kinda hard.

Normally, Callie and Iain spend their dates playing separately. This is not the most interactive age. The primary interaction on the last date, for instance, consisted of Callie and Iain repeatedly stealing toys from one another and then getting "a talking to" from one or another parent.

Tonight everything changed. At some point after they shared a freshly-baked pizza (half tomato sauce, half white, with pepperoni and green peppers on the whole thing) they began to play together. They chased one another in circles through the house. They danced. They giggled and squealed and screamed and banged on things. It was amazing.

And I took zero pictures. Because you can't photograph that kind of thing. You want to try? Good luck.

Plus, I had better things to do. Like eat my own freshly-baked pizza (pepperoni) and watch The Staff enjoy theirs (green peppers, bacon, pepperoni, and goat cheese were available, and everyone topped their own pie to suit their tastes). Like eat a refreshing spinach salad with almonds, strawberries, avocado chunks, and a soupcon of goat cheese.

I love it when Callie's Mom makes the salad.

Anyway, use your imagination. Callie came over, Iain was delighted, the rest was pandemonium. At some point, John realized that we were finally at That Moment. The one we've been talking about for 3 years:

First we said, "Imagine when Callie is born and it's the four of us and a baby!" Then we said, "Imagine when there are two of them!" Finally, we said "Won't it be amazing when they actually play together?" Welcome to the Thunderdome, Baby.