Two weeks ago tonight, I was in the boys room. Purging. Because it’s a constant battle – one I feel like I’m always losing. So I was elbow deep in throwing away papers from the school bins when Eden called me into the kitchen. Then she disappeared. She and Liberty, with much help from all small children, planned a date night. They made supper, lit candles, strung tiny lights, put dessert in the fridge, and left with 8 of the 9 kids. Creed slept through it all. The kids went out for pizza. Together. Alone. They went shopping. Together. Alone. They went out for ice cream. Again, together, alone.
It was the coolest thing. And strangest. Because my kids are old enough to do all that. Baked chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, bacon wrapped asparagus… they worked hard, planned it for days, bribed kids (successfully!) to secrecy with ice cream, and grabbed town clothes to change once they got down the road so I was none the wiser. They stopped a couple miles away in a parking lot to change in the van.
They’re a pretty awesome bunch. And they’re growing up so super fast.
This is so amazing Adrienne. I’m certain they knew you needed a night on your own to realize what a special family you’ve raised. Nice job kiddos ♥️
Your oldest was 17 in June so maybe she is the ringleader.
Oh my goodness! How sweet is that for your kiddos to plan, cook, and escape so you two could have a special meal. That is just precious. I say you have some special children under your care. This may be a regular thing they do for you all. At least a few times a year. HA!!
Tell them they did a super job!!!!
See! Your house must be fun to live in! The kids did good. You guys ought to feel proud as parents– that meal looks hard to do! It looks beautiful all laid out on the table, too… And to think, even Creed was in on the plan…