At least its not my family... Just Joking!!!

I went out to dinner with my wife's family tonight.  Great Grandma Jill, her parents, and her brother and sister-in-law and their 2 kids.  In the picture is Jill and all of the girls.  I was thinking how cute it was that they all wore the same color.  Actually, everyone just kept saying that all night.  While I thought it was an interesting side note, I didn't find the complete awe and earth stopping feeling about the clothing colors that others felt.  Anyway, I am sure most of you know what that is like, but let me tell you in case you were wondering.  We went out for pizza.  A lot of fun, until we sat down.  They sat us at a table right next to the windows with no blinds.  I ate dinner with my sunglasses on.  Yes, I was that tool who everyone thought I was trying to be cool wearing my great Revos (did I mention I now have 4 pairs?) indoors.  The kids threw things throughout dinner, everyone yelled.  Oh yeah, and Jill, did I mention that she is slightly deaf and cannot hear anything?  So, randomly, she would yell something.  It never quite fit into the conversation, but we all smiled, nodded, and went on with our conversations.

So here is the best part.  We are back at the house and sitting around talking.  Maddie is playing with the ball you see in the picture.  Great Grandma Jill takes the ball and decides to play catch with the 9 month old.  The next thing we all notice is the ball going about 90 miles per hour right into Maddie's face.  She bounces back, smashes her head on the plastic lego table, and lands smack on her chest in the middle of the floor.  We all stare in amazement at what we saw. No one says a word, everyone lunges for Maddie who is doing the silent scream at the point.  Then, the best line of the whole night.  Jill Screams, "I think she liked it", and cackles.  So strange beyond words that this simple write up does not do justice to the out of world experience of watching your only child get pummeled in the face with a big orange ball and bounce off the table only to come to rest on her slightly ajar nose.  

While I do love Kacey's family, I want to drift to sleep without these sights etched in my eternal memory though I fear that will never happen again...