A week ago we were supposed to meet several friends and spend a morning at Superior Play. But, if you recall, Grady Lee wandered into our room at 3:00 am and announced his tummy hurt. Instead of playing with friends, we spent the day at home and I was busy cleaning up after one kid and keeping the other two quarantined.
This week I opted to take the boys for a morning to play. We walked in and Grady Lee's eyebrows instantly furrowed and he scowled: "Where are my fwends, mom? This won't be a lot of fun if I don't have fwends to play with."
My bad. I thought Micah was your best friend. And I thought you were still young enough that I was considered cool and a friend. Guess not.
But, in no time at all, he and Micah were running and climbing and jumping and swinging. Fwends or no fwends, they both had fun.
Micah gravitated to some ginormous binoculars and was on the lookout for "the bad guys are hiding under the slide."
For one last hurrah, I dressed her in a pink dress that was a special gift... so sad that she won't wear it again. I tried on some size 0 shoes - size zero - and they were still enormous. Doesn't this girl know that shoes are what I live for and her feet need to grow so that she can share in all the shoe-shopping and shoe-wearing fun?
Rather than ask, again and again, if "it's our turn for a cartoon yet," she sits quietly and stares at the flickering lights on the TV.