I would say that there were dips taken from the glass, but only with fingers, not little lips. She knew how cheeky she was actually holding the glass, hence the raucous laughter.
Friday night was a lovely evening and for once I figured ask not why, but why not. So when Geoff got home a little earlier than normal I cracked open a bottle of bubbly and the four of us frollicked in the front garden. The girls stayed up a little later but we had such a lovely, uncomplicated time and they went to bed so happy.
Life gets in the way of having those why not moments. I worry too much, plan too carefully and don't allow much room for spontaneity. I wasn't always like this, but being a parent, feeling stretched in more ways than ever before, well I feel that there just isn't the energy for too much unpredictability. You know what though, when I feel most happy, are those times when we're together, the four of us and when we can just be.
Geoff and I have agreed that on weekends there will be more of what we want to do and less of what we have to do. We'll compromise with getting a couple of hours of have to's done (enough so I don't feel I'm starting the week behind), but after that we'll focus on and enjoy what is most important to us - each other.