This is gonna be quick, as my right eye is already closing for the evening, but I can’t help but force the darn thing open for a few minutes to post these pics.
It’s about my village. And Holden’s. And now, Ewan’s.
Our playgroup. With the second set of littles.
We moms are no longer freaks. We don’t hover over every movement, every trial in sharing or turn-taking, or every time one of our babies walks from a kitchen to a living area.
Of course, it does help (a lot) when you bribe them with cookies.
Of course we told them Santa was watching, just in case someone (not naming names but EWAN!) needed to swipe more than his share of those yummy things. (Wonder why he’s crossing his fingers?!)
And there’s that very special and precious thing about this toddler/preschool age when you get sneaky kisses (they’re not just for the center of cookies, you know).
I can’t tell if these two were into it.
Yes. Yes I can tell. I’m wicked smart when it comes to facial expressions.
You know what else is just plain fantabulous about this age? Their idea of a crazy good smile.
But the moment I brought up princesses, they were mine.
(They were embodying Ariel, in case you were unaware.)
And the boys? Well…
This one played dead from a shark attack.
This one played “I’m a scary, scary thing.”
This one told a story about a battle between the younger ones and the cat’s tail.
This one (again) was just plain goofy.
And while these girls danced with a funny reindeer who sang Christmas carols to us…
He checked his email.
But then decided it was time to go.
Now, before my left eye follows the right into oblivion, I will whisper my gratitude and sweet love for you mommas out there who share your babies with me and my boys.
You mean the world to me, chicas.