Just Make Sure She Keeps Her Shoes On

Our dear friends the Shammases were in town tonight. Andrea came over to hang out with Frank, Beck and Sean the babysitter, while the adults went out for a grown-up dinner. We always enjoy their company, and miss them very much. They keep encouraging us to come up and stay at the Fairmont. We should do it, and probably will eventually, more to see them than anything else. Double incentive is that Andy, Doug’s brother, lives in San Francisco too, and we never see him often enough either.

Andrea spent the night with Frank, which means Frank had his first official sleepover. And it was with a girl. She slept on the top bunk (I think she’s braver than he is). Quentin, Frank’s cousin, has spent the night, but Quentin’s Daddy, Uncle Jeff, stayed too. So that wasn’t really an official sleepover. I guess it was, but it’s different when someone sleeps over without their parents.

Tomorrow morning Frank has an early soccer game and Andrea will go with us, in her dress she is wearing to a wedding at 10:00am. David and Leslie are picking her up at the soccer field. I have to make sure she remains free of grass stains for the half-hour she is on the soccer field with us. Leslie told me to just make sure she keeps her shoes on. Oh great. The only person I’ve ever met who is as much of an organizational-neatnik-anal-retentive-freak as I am is David Shammas. And I’ve got to make sure his daughter stays clean and beautiful for a wedding. She and I may just sit in the car, or better yet, stay at home.