I only have a couple handfuls of fond childhood memories, but I clearly remember sporadically having coloring nights and I'm pretty sure they were always w/ Dad because my Mom worked most nights. Anywho, once it was declared a coloring night, the big ol empty gallon ice cream container full of crayons was brought out to the livingroom floor along with whatever coloring books we had and we just colored our little hearts out. I remember it was extra special to be on the floor, usually on our tummies, to color. I loved geting lost in coloring as a child and I still do. So what's my point? Well, it was just the kiddos and me on the homefront tonight and I declared a coloring night, minus the floor part. That's just not happenin at this stage of the game, but it was still great! Micah didn't eat the crayons, Nate happily rolled around eating toys, and Lydi was just thrilled because I was calling it "coloring night".
What's your favorite childhood memory?