Remote

 Last night, after dinner was cleaned up, Gigs brought out one of his 
remote-controlled cars to spin around the kitchen.

Of course, Christian couldn't help himself and join in.  

In fact, he had more fun than Gigs, I think.

Then I was reminded about the time when we lived in 

Arizona and Christian bought himself

a remote-controlled helicopter. He'd get home from work and fly it

around the yard with the Nies- especially Ollie, who was in complete awe.

(I was pregnant with Gigs. He still had about a month more of cooking time).

I remember also loving it because it gave me a few minutes to be alone

for the first time that whole day.

Not that my kids bugged me or anything like that, but because

I just generally love being alone and need that time to recharge and regroup

especially before the dinnertime hustle.

I still need that.