We started a new routine in the morning with her--she needs to eat her breakfast at the kitchen table before she can watch any cartoons. As I rush past, I hear them and see her smile. I have seen him sitting with her in the kitchen as she is eating her breakfast, and they are talking. She is chipper and he is gentle with her. This morning I saw him making faces and being silly--actually causing the same issue we had before--she was too mesmerized to eat! I admonish him just a little. Because I want this to continue. This time, the small time, where each is enjoying the company at the table, the eye of the storm of the rush of the morning. Time with dad.
Two nights in a row, the teenager has deemed it okay to come down and initiate contact with the adults...playing a board game that he had sent away for an old and battered, monster-related (so a must have for his collection) game. So far dad has won three games. We need to play more games, on a school night. With the boy who smiles.