Small Moments
I was driving my kids to the babysitter's (a thing of the past, now that we've embarked on DayCare - aka school) a few weeks ago, when August's heat was crushing and unrelenting, starting before 8 AM. Poor Maura commented guilelessly from the backseat "Mommy, my back is getting hot." I agreed that it was hot, adding that it was "nasty hot." This made her chuckle, so I ran with it. "It's yucky hot, it's gross hot, then that devolved to it's hot a few times. Finally Maura had had enough of my creativity, and said, in a tone you might use to placate a child just beginning to get too wound up, "Mommy, let's just let it be nasty hot for a little while."
The kids have discovered the nerve-wracking joy of furniture gymnastics. They both love climbing onto the armrest of the couch and leaping/falling/tumbling forward onto the seat. They take turns pretty well, and the boy will even compliment his sister. "Nice one, Mauwa!" He also, I swear to god, said "I need assistance" the other night. No lie.
My kids may just rule the world one day.
The kids have discovered the nerve-wracking joy of furniture gymnastics. They both love climbing onto the armrest of the couch and leaping/falling/tumbling forward onto the seat. They take turns pretty well, and the boy will even compliment his sister. "Nice one, Mauwa!" He also, I swear to god, said "I need assistance" the other night. No lie.
My kids may just rule the world one day.