My main source of gratefulness these days revolves around these two girls. Is it bad to admit that I love having older girls? I loved them as babies too of course but I think back to one year ago, two years ago and there is no way I would go back. Last Tuesday I took the girls to Casa Mia for our usual every-other Tuesday dinner out. Telfer was working and that used to mean there was no chance I would take the girls on my own. Now, I love having them to myself for the evening. We talk about their days and how they feel about Parmesan cheese and what Tressa said to Malia in Jane’s class (usually involves the word “sassy”) and the flavor of dum-dum they will pick out after we finish. They have become friends this year. Most mornings I awake to the sound of intense play coming from the next room. They go on complicated picnics and trips all before 7:00 a.m. They make food sculpture statues and have their friends all lined up and say, “MOM, don’t move our uni-gumi statues before the Fall Scepter!!” What? Okay girls. I love this. I love that a whole morning can go by and the television doesn’t go on because they are playing. It used to be that I could not imagine life without at least 22 minutes of peace during Yo Gabba Gabba. There are times now when I miss them because their play is so involved. What a wonderful, blessed problem to have. They will probably come screaming into the room and we will have an evening of epic behavior issues right after I write this but I tell you: I am so grateful for the things I am seeing in their lives this year.
Also for pink trees and really fun books. Cate had the stomach flu yesterday and I read almost this entire book in between cleaning up bowls of vomit. Good times.
