A lovely bunch of coconuts

(Thank you to Joanna for the honor of being the first guest-blogger on Yogafrogspeaks. My posts will focus on the ongoing adventure that is our family)

      I live with 3 of the strangest, comical and most creative people you will ever meet, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. There are so many little things they do that make me laugh, or swell my heart with joy and pride. It’s not the big gestures of love that get me (although they do), it’s the little moments of pure psychedelic pandemonium that happen out of the blue that impact me the most.

An example:

      We were driving home the other day from meeting my newborn niece, Kaden decides we need to have a family game show in the car. He takes on the role of host, asks the questions and says “the first person to say ‘slap’, gets to answer”, he begins with simple math questions and moves to general movie knowledge. Joanna and I find ourselves screaming “SLAP” at the top of our lungs as we compete to win the game, we constantly accuse each other of cheating and force Kaden to make the judgment as to who looses and wins the point. How impassioned we become about this game is a little frightening…. SLAP…… Brody, not to be outdone by the older people, starts interjecting with stories about when he was a baby...

Some exposition:

      Brody has decided that when he was a baby, he went on many adventures and did many things that the rest of us were apparently oblivious to. Some of the things Brody has done when he was a baby include: going to Toronto, living in California, riding with Terry Fox who is really Santa Claus and landing on the roof of our house and his leg turning into a deer… the adventures go on and on.

Back to our story:

      Quickly, our car-trivia game turns into “Question: When did Brody….(insert question) SLAP… Answer: When he was a baby(the answer, every time)….” By the time we pulled into the driveway my stomach hurt from laughing so hard and everyone had smiles from ear to ear. Those are the moments that connect me with my family, those are the moments you can’t plan for, but they are the ones I live for. That night as I checked on the kids before I went to bed, I sat on the edge of Brody’s bed and cried for a good five minutes. I see so much of myself in his love of fantasy and storytelling, I want to hold onto those elusive moments forever but I know I can’t and I just have to savor them as they come.

A lovely bunch of coconuts indeed,
Bryn