Night Chuckles

Maya-9 and Sam-11 are playing in the Living Room while sister Olivia is in the bathroom doing-who- knows what-teenagers-do-while-in-the-loo. Steve and I sit at our computers typing away at whatever is oh so important. (Okay Pool for him and Blogging for me.) While smells of burning grill-cheese-sandwiches waft through the air. Yet we are all too pre-occupied to check on the sizzling sounds emanating from the griddle. The silly chuckles rumble from Maya as she and her brother air-karate-kick each other in the other room. Complaining of thirst while hacking at each other with air-punches and thinking they are the funniest things since Don Rickles.(Whoever that is? Smile.) They gain air by jumping off the couches even though they have been warned against that since before Kindergarten. But the urge to fly is greater then the urge to listen. Finneas and Furb or Sponge Bob is playing in the background. I am not sure I just know it is one of those it-doesn't-make-any-sense shows unless your under 11 years old. They laugh and giggle and scream and laugh again. They tumble to the floor in an awkward embrace slash wrestling move. The sounds echo to every part of the house. The choice is to endure and enjoy the sounds as reminders of childhood or raise a voice for them to quiet down. The noise continues. But then something catches their attention on the television and quiet suddenly encompasses the house with the exception of the annoying show. A few scattered giggles. The vision of them nestled together with their necks strained to capture the fleeting images that have entranced them into silence runs through my mind. Evenings like this is when our family reconnects , quiets down, refocuses. OOOPS the sandwiches  are burning...........ah I live the life.