Meeting one of their Mom's schoolmates

The kids and I met up with a friend of mine from high school. We were also roommates for a little while when she was attending college here in Anchorage. We lost track of each other for many years in between but have in the past few years gotten together for a few momentous occasions. This time she got to meet the kids for the first time. Most of our other get-togethers have included Bernie's sister, Donnie, up for a visit to Alaska. Those visits are usually spent full of re-living crazy tales of the past and filled with much laughter and good times.

It was sure a good time meeting up with Bernie at the Lone Star Steakhouse, even though I wasn't quite quick enough to alert the food server I wished to pay. My treat next time! It was a kids-eat-free night at Lone Star, but still. I should have been more on my feet with jumping first! I think I was more pre-occupied with watching over all my children who were a little shocked because we haven't dined in a restaurant in a few months now. Karen sure loved shelling the peanuts there too. She could have sit there all day feasting on peanuts if we'd have let her. Fabian didn't care for them, but that's just how he is... you know, his way of thinking is it requires a little work to get to the good part so forget about it.

It was so funny when I was originally calling Bernie to see if she'd like to meet up. I asked the kids to be quiet while mami made a phone call. They all wanted to know, "Who are you calling Mom?" I said, "A friend of mine named Bernie." Fabian started laughing saying "Hey everybody, Mom's calling Barney (thinking the purple dinosaur)". So I corrected him emphasizing BERNIE, not BARNEY. Then he got this quizzical look on his face and blurted out, "MOM -- why are you calling another guy?" He was convinced Bernie was a guy's name and he'd better tell his Daddy that Mommy was calling to set up some dinner date with another guy. My Fabian, what a funny little fella! At least he's now understanding that his Mom only has eyes for his Dad, and vice versa. While in Colombia he never quite grasped the fact that Dad was only attracted to Mom, and no others, (even though the women there would strut around very scantily clothed trying every possible way to garner a glance their way). Chalk it up as a victory through a tough little cultural difference. Oh, I'm so happy to see this change in our boy, Fabian.