My husband roller-bladed with the Littles and I grilled hamburgers and fat potato-fries on the grill. My 4 yo licked the ketchup from his plate. We dipped strawberries in freshly whipped cream for dessert.
After dark we entered into family wide multi-national negotiations in order to pick out a movie to stay up late and watch together. Believe me with a family of nine this is serious stuff.
I don't do well at planning holidays or birthdays. It gives me stage fright, and I have a curiously frustrating habit of forgetting important dates. A spring sprung on me?
That I can roll with.
Just not roller blades.