When I left for the softball game tonight, all I expected was to sit and talk to Suzanne while we watched Eric and David play. The kids have been sick and Tammy was going to stay home with them. Well, guess what. Everybody’s healthy, and everybody showed up.

I’m not complaining. I was glad to see them. It’s just that it turned out to be a different experience from the one I was expecting to have. I’m pretty sure our team won by a big margin, and I saw both of my nephews on base more than once, but as for what actually happened? Not a clue.

On the other hand, Dakota and I named every car in the parking lot by color. He picked up a small stone and handed it to me, informing me that it was a dinosaur egg. And at one point he was watching the action on the field and shouted, “Go, Turtles.” Which is not the name of the team, but it describes some of the players pretty well.

Aiden was in a pretty good mood, mostly, but he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted. And there were lots of things to choose from, but he pushed most of it away and shook his head “no.” He did want his bottle, but only so that he could pour milk on the stroller tray in front of him and fingerpaint in it. Then when that was getting wiped up, he wanted the wipe so he could help.

As always, D.J. was a whirlwind of noise and motion. You can’t always listen to everything he says, or you’ll go as batty as he is. You don’t dare laugh at all his jokes, or he might think you think he’s as funny as he thinks he is. But you’d better not take him for granted, because every so often something amazing will come out of that mind of his that never stops working.

Well, no, there aren’t any new pictures, because I didn’t know they were going to be there and didn’t think about taking the camera. It was good to see everyone strong and healthy again, after the way the plague has run through that house. They probably could have kept giving it to each other for another week or two, but they looked tonight as if it’s all over.