Here in lies the problem with my new found resolution to keep up with this blog; sometimes I am going to be a week late in posting stories relevant to that moment.
Remember all the way back to LAST Sunday, when we had that Super/Blood Moon combo going on? Well it hit the left coast right around 7:30, which was just after the girls had transition to bed. But I chanced by an open window and saw it was a perfect night and the moon was situated just above the roof line. My whole motto on parenting is making sure they experience moments of magic and wonder so I rushed back upstairs and pulled them from their beds. I dragged them downstairs and into the street in their nightgowns, pointing at the moon and making certain they revel in the uniqueness of a moment like this.
Arianna asked me if we can see it again tomorrow - I think her interest was more piqued by my obvious interest rather then her own - and I explained that a moment exactly like this would not occur until she was a grown up and had a family of her own. I wanted to stress how special it was, make sure she grasped it. ... but for the next two hours (YES! TWO HOURS!!!!) I had to consul a distraught Arianna over the fact that she would have to wait 30 something years to see a super blood moon again. Yea. ... I did not see that coming. It even extended to the following day as I had to promise that we'd look at all of the instagram pictures posted when I got home from work in order to finally calm her down enough to sleep. And she was certain to hold me to that.
The next cosmic event I'm keeping to myself; it might just be easier that way. Stupid blood moon.