For FHE last night Dan thought it would be a good idea to make sure our 72 hour kits were up to date (which they weren't). So he starts the evening out by asking what kind of disasters we could experience here...and then asks if the kids know what "disaster" means. Kember looks all excited and pipes up, "Ya daddy. When we make a mess with our toys downstairs!" Hey, she does listen to me. I say that quite frequently "because the house is a disaster!" I'm glad Dan did this FHE. We realized a number of things. One, we had no food in our kits. Not the most helpful. Two, last time we did this Kember was a baby. So the diapers don't fit anyone at this time, and the clothes we had for her don't fit anyone either. Three, I never ever ever want to have to use these. Ever. I'm very much in agreement that we need to have them, and I think it's a wonderful idea. But when I start to think about all the reasons why we would need to use them...scary. No thank you.
And...to top FHE off while we were going through the kits Cole just started walking across the room. He took a couple steps, stayed on his feet and I said, "Dan! Are you seeing this!" and he (Cole) proceeds to walk even further...and he does it twice! Cool eh. He hasn't done it since, but I promise he did and it was awesome! Kember walks all around the house with him. Cole thinks it is the funniest thing, but I just cringe. She more drags him than anything, but he's smiling and laughing!
So, there you have it. We learned two things from this post. One, Cole can walk when he feels like it, and only then. And two, the definition of a disaster = my house.