Of bands, breakfasts and bathrooms...

Sunday night Caleb went to a show and brought home the four guys in the band to spend the night.

They'd been here once before, again, after they performed a show in Boston.

It was good to see them and have them stay here again. It made me realize how much I miss having the kids' friends at our house all the time. In Florida, our house was always filled with the kids' friends. It wasn't uncommon for there to be 12, or 15 kids, but a lot of the times more than that. Some were playing video games, some cards, the others watching tv or in one of the kids rooms, or outside in the pool. Now, even after being here for six months, the kids still don't have friends. Well, there are the two neighbor girls, (that they rarely see) but that is it.

So we had a great time with the boys Monday after everyone woke up, which was around eleven or twelve. (I always knew I missed my calling to be a musician!) Lindsay and Erin helped me make a big breakfast of bacon, sausage, eggs, pancakes, hashbrowns and coffee. One of the boys remarked that he saw it all lying out like that and thought it looked like a Little House in the Prairie breakfast. One thing I love, and that is to see hungry boys eat! What mom doesn't?! They even managed to sneak around and help with the dishes too.

During breakfast they found out we own a costume/party business and their eyes lit up. They couldn't wait to finish and get downstairs and try on as many costumes as they could. They had a great time and Caleb took a lot of photos.

They are a great bunch of guys, always very respectful, always even keeled and always grateful. This time, they had a bit of bad luck. First was the parking ticket they received outside my house, and second was the engine light on their van. So instead of leaving Monday night like they were going to, they ended up staying another night and leaving Tuesday.

They and Caleb had a great time together! They recorded some music together and jammed for hours. It was, literally, music to our ears. Dave, myself, and the rest of the kids sat on the porch in our rockers in the sunshine, listening to the sounds coming down from above from the open window on the third story, and heartily enjoying it.

I LOVED hearing the peals of laughter from many friends again. One of the times they were laughing was when one of them found a book in our bathroom, titled, "What your poo is telling you". He brought it out to share with all of them and they laughed for a good, long time.

It's a very humorous book with vivid descriptions, funny drawings and catchy titles, for each of the, uh...ways your poo is talking to you.

Tuesday they left a little later than they were supposed to but we did manage to get some pictures in and hugs. I was sad to see them go, but hope they will be back to stay next time they're in town.

I'll try to post some pics but I don't know how to do that on the blog yet. Isn't that one of the things your kids are supposed to teach you? :)