Making a Memory

Evan and Chuck have developed the cutest new ritual in our house. Normally, Evan prefers to have mommy take him up to bed. He's a mama's boy, what can I say. Anyhow, there is an exception to the rule certain nights. Those nights would be when there is a hockey game of interest on television. They go up and brush teeth and then crawl into our bed to watch the game. Evan is curled up tight under daddy's arm, little face all squished up. Chuck is sprawled out, finally getting a moment to relax. It's a good thing.

I know, this breaks about 347 of my rules of bedtime, but I cannot complain. Evan is usually sound asleep after about 10 minutes and sometimes Chuck is too. Evan gets carried into his bed where he sleeps peacefully for the remainder of the night. It is such a sweet sight to see and I figure that Evan is getting to the age where he should remember some of this stuff. If it means making a great memory of daddy, I can loosen my grip on the rules.

I'm not sure what will happen at the end of hockey season. I may not be able to commit to 180 baseball games...