When my boys were small I would have rather just read, and created, cooked, and played with them. I did a lot of that, and often my house looked like it too. That bothered me.
Funny how my perspective on all that changed when I became a grandma. After the grandkids leave I look at the mess left behind and I just want to savor it. Here I am on a Saturday afternoon and I still have the SORRY game out that Elora and I played last night while her parents went out on a date.She declared herself a winner before realizing she forgot that little green guy in the corner.
And the toys are still on the bottom of the bathtub where Elora and Camers played for a very long time last night.And the magazine Cam Cam was reading is still left open to her favorite page.And I also savor the conversations we had with Elora over our spaghetti dinner. Which by the way Elora had 3 helpings of, and Cami had 2.
It went like this:
Elora: "My friend Hannah at school goes by Laylee for short."
Me: "Well...uh, what does Laylee have to do with Hannah?"
Elora: "It's short for Hannah."
Me: "No, uh, how can Laylee be short for Hannah?"
Elora's voice suddenly gets really soft and she scoots over very close to me and says in an understanding-sort-of-whisper:
"Grandma Honey, if she goes by Hannah the other kids might make fun of her and call her Hannah Montana. So she just goes by Laylee."
Oh. Who am I to question such logic?
After our dinner, the game, and their bath, we played a little "game" on the computer. (Thank you Dad for sending it!) After popping the 10 balloons we would giggle together over what came next. Go ahead, try it here: http://web.icq.com/friendship/swf/0,,16961_rs,00.swf See if you don't smile.
Tried to get a going home picture, but it didn't quite work out.