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New Year's in Florida this year; here with College Roommate L and her three children, girls ages five (FIVE!) and three and a half, and boy age 21 months.
Greetings from these children last night were, respectively: "Um ... hi! Oh, hi! I want to give you a hug and a kiss."; "Guess what? I'm three and a half!"; and "zzzzzzuuuh, neh!" (The boy is not talking as much as his middle sister did at that age, but the eldest didn't talk much until she was about two and a half either, so, you know.)
Today the middle child, running across the room, tripped over her brother where he was sitting on the floor, knocking him down and falling over herself, so for a few tragic moments there were two shrieking toddlers and exactly two adults with arms free; Momma got the boy, and I got the girl, and she cried until she realized she was okay (and I reassured her he was okay too), and also patted my shoulder ... to make sure she was okay. This is a very sweet thing her sister used to do as well. I was always charmed by it.
Went to the hockey game tonight with my friend and her dad, and saying good night to the kids before we left (because they were, miracle of miracles, asleep when we returned), the eldest child hung from my neck and said "No, stay! Stay, stay, stay." Middle child verified that my house is far away, and then said she wished she could come to my house. Youngest child was a little wary of me yesterday but pretty relaxed and okay regarding me today, even though I remained the fourth-ranked adult by preference, following his mother, grandmother, and grandfather - and of course I would have been fifth-ranked if his dad hadn't had to be at work. I was allowed to wake him up from his nap, and he likes the songs I sing, and he giggles happily when I dance him around the room or even just make him wiggle.
Tomorrow, chili dinner and champagne. And, with all love and respect to the party I chose not to attend in the frozen north, no 40mph winds and no snowbanks. All in all, my NYE is shaping up pretty well.
Greetings from these children last night were, respectively: "Um ... hi! Oh, hi! I want to give you a hug and a kiss."; "Guess what? I'm three and a half!"; and "zzzzzzuuuh, neh!" (The boy is not talking as much as his middle sister did at that age, but the eldest didn't talk much until she was about two and a half either, so, you know.)
Today the middle child, running across the room, tripped over her brother where he was sitting on the floor, knocking him down and falling over herself, so for a few tragic moments there were two shrieking toddlers and exactly two adults with arms free; Momma got the boy, and I got the girl, and she cried until she realized she was okay (and I reassured her he was okay too), and also patted my shoulder ... to make sure she was okay. This is a very sweet thing her sister used to do as well. I was always charmed by it.
Went to the hockey game tonight with my friend and her dad, and saying good night to the kids before we left (because they were, miracle of miracles, asleep when we returned), the eldest child hung from my neck and said "No, stay! Stay, stay, stay." Middle child verified that my house is far away, and then said she wished she could come to my house. Youngest child was a little wary of me yesterday but pretty relaxed and okay regarding me today, even though I remained the fourth-ranked adult by preference, following his mother, grandmother, and grandfather - and of course I would have been fifth-ranked if his dad hadn't had to be at work. I was allowed to wake him up from his nap, and he likes the songs I sing, and he giggles happily when I dance him around the room or even just make him wiggle.
Tomorrow, chili dinner and champagne. And, with all love and respect to the party I chose not to attend in the frozen north, no 40mph winds and no snowbanks. All in all, my NYE is shaping up pretty well.