A fall photo session to schedule, a birthday party to plan, a DVR needing a good weed-out. There were cats pawing at my face all night because they wanted CAT food, not DOG food like they were served the last two days of my absence when their food ran out (nice try, J). Ames won my heart once more when he danced a little jig in his crimson pants and chose love over the BPad. There was a playdate on the books with friends we haven't seen enough of this summer. Where Anderson tore out of their driveway with his gal-pal Cassie. Both topless. Because they're "spirited" like that.
And all week long, as we ran this way and that way and then back home in the nick of naptime, I've carried with me this mindfulness and awe at how much two little kids can change in five days. I was gone five days, yall. And in those five days, it's like they each aged MONTHS. A's fitting into 3T pants and knows babies come out of tummies (?!?). V's combining words and putting on her own tutu and "reading" from upside down books. A's off the purple pop-popsicle train and now only orange pop-popsicles will do. They don't beg for the "airplane Barney one", they want the "shapes Barney one". Five days I was gone! It just goes to show you how fleeting this time really is. How, tiring and mentally demanding as the job may be, I'll soon look back on these little-little days and wish there was someone home to scrub a toilet with my toothbrush (maybe? sorta?) It's not that I regret missing these tiny transitions in the five days I was away. Au contraire! The trip was amazing and such trips will be repeated annually. Those days of rest gave me a much needed boost in patience to come home and deal with things like, oh, an almost-3 year old who learned the phrase "me do it myself" and uses that phrase ten times an hour. Minimum. The five days away gave me an appreciation for the breakneck speed at which things change when you're raising babies. The reminder that if I'm feeling in a rut today, tomorrow will bust us out of it into new places, new challenges, new needs and wants and routines. How I really need to take the time every day to just sit back and watch them be little, find joy in the newfound self-confidence of a boy learning to put his shoes on (the wrong feet), even if it means we're five minutes late for Zumba. To agree to the yellow pretty when the pink pretty is the only obvious match, because who am I to stifle her burgeoning sense of fashion? To relish today's early nap wake-up, because all my boy really wants is to snuggle up beside me playing PaintSparkles on the iPad beside me while I blog, and you know what? That's just as good as peace and quiet sometimes, anyway. (Once a week or so, max.)
Anyway. That's what's up. And now he's off PaintSparkles and somehow pulled up a rap video on YouTube, so bye.
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