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Saoirse has been talking for the last six months about going back to the Auto Show. The Auto Show, you ask? What is this fancy event that sounds so vague yet warrants proper noun capitalization? Well, friends, the Auto Show (yes, I’m sticking with the capital letters because now I’ve set a precedent…) is an annual, well, show that displays, um, autos. Cars, for those of you who aren’t familiar with my experienced fancy-schmancy technical jargon. Big cars, little cars, Ford, Toyota, Audi, Porsche: they’re all there. They don’t let you get in the Porsches, though. Don’t ask how I know. We expected SK to be excited walking in, of course.  Her fascination with anything on wheels has not faded in the last three years. What caught us by surprise was Quinn’s absolute wonder.  She was amazed by all of those cars, and those two little girls tore through that expo center like acrobats through a circus (yes, acrobats. They tripped a lot, on all the wires underneath the carpet.  And climbed, and rolled and ran…). Honest to goodness, the Auto Show was…

“This is a Strange Sort of Place,” She Said

We went hiking with the girls Sunday. Isn’t that funny, what I just said?  Hiking.  With the girls.  As if there were such a thing with two children under the age of four. Allow me to rephrase. We went walking in the woods today, with the girls.  We did, too.  We walked. We also ran. We skipped stones across a lake (well, David skipped stones, while Saoirse threw handfuls into the water with such an arm I’m wondering if softball will be in her future, and I kept repeating “How’d you do that?”.  To David, not Saoirse). She and I sang “Off to See the Wizard,” and Dorothy-skipped down the trail.  We poked sticks into decaying tree trunks, and clambered over tree roots like stairs. We slowed to the speed of a 17-month-old to let Quinn practice her walking. We carried one child piggy-back, and another on our hip.  We took so many pictures that David asked if next time I could just leave the darned camera at home, already. We kicked at what we found on the ground and marveled over the size of maple…

This is Why I Still Have My Gym Membership

I realized something yesterday:  when you’re the full-time care-giver of small children, you sit a lot. You sit. A lot. I try to do fun activities with the girls when we can.  Fun for them, I mean:  simple places like the park, farm markets, local museums, library programs.   And SK’s been begging to go to the “Kid’s Place,” a section in our local arts and education center that’s geared for the 5-and-under crowd.  It’s a great place to go in bad weather–a short drive into the city, it’s inside, takes up a solid morning otherwise spent in a house I’d have to clean if I were inside it–but on this absolutely gorgeous fall day, and because SK had asked sooo nicely (“Please may I go?”  I’m a sucker for good manners), off we went. And the girls played.  They have a blast, even.  I sat. They put on a show in the little theater there, Quinn dancing on her knees and SK boogying around the stage, while I… sat. They played…