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I Hate it When the Kids Know Better than I Do

It was so cold last night–well, cold for our crew, anyway. The temperature hovered around 50, with that oh-so persistent fall wind that cuts right through you, straight to the bone, making you wonder how the end of October got here so quickly. Saoirse and David left for her basketball practice at 4:45, after a ridiculously early dinner, and the littles asked to go outside to play. I said yes, of course, because when your kids actually want to play outside, in the wild, you certainly don’t tell them to sit down and watch some TV instead. (Right?) But it was cold out. With that wind? Brrr. But they played for almost two hours. They played until the sun disappeared behind the trees and the clouds turned pink and gold and blue in the sunset. They played until their noses were red and fingers were shivering. They were laughing. Laughing almost the whole time, and they were the only kids outside in the neighborhood because did I mention that it was cold?  I want to start running again, and have, a little bit, and by a little bit, I mean I went out for…

What We Don’t Know

It’s the barely perceptible shushing noise that tips me off. Cian, quietly, slyly, opening the door to his oldest sister’s room–the one she keeps closed to keep her sacred space free of American Girl-mauling dogs and three-year-old little brothers–then slowly, carefully, easing it closed again. I let him go for a few minutes, maybe five, partly because I don’t feel like playing Mean Mom right now, and partly because I’m a terribly nosy person, and curious to see what could be so fascinating in Saoirse’s room that he wanted to sneak in. After a bit, I open the door, look around, and discover him sitting on the other side of the bunk bed, playing with the Shopkins SK keeps there, on an old rolling office bookcase of my mom’s that Saoirse insists on keeping. I don’t know if I say hello or if he just hears me come in, but Cian looks up at me with a smile, then places the toys back on the shelf where he got them. “I putting them back, Mommy,” he says…

Welcome to My World

The other morning, Saoirse was playing hopscotch on these little mats that her grandmother had gotten for her. Over came Quinn, curious to see the fun. A tussle ensued.  And by tussle, I mean, Saoirse was pushing Quinn the heck off of her mats while Quinn squealed in frustration. Poor Quinn. She got the hint, and carried on.  Either that or she saw something shiny and got distracted.  Babies are a lot like cats. And, like that, the routine came full circle.  Saoirse went back to playing, until Quinn decided to join in again.  You can guess what happened next.  Sisters.  Should be fun when they start sharing clothes…