Some days they really just get along. Today, he didn't mind when she touched Billy Blazes and she didn't scream when Ben sat next to me ("Mama, I neeeed you!"). They had a great time at the Shark Exhibit at the Science Centre and after supper, we danced to Brick House and Hampster Dance (sic). Makes snowy,gray February Saturdays go a little easier.
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Deb: Your vivid accounts are bringing it all back, through the hazy mists, the long ago time of life with two small children. Those early years are like childbirth - once it's over you cannot believe that you actually went through it. My daughter Anna, who's now 25, is working as a nanny and was over on the weekend with two of her charges, aged 20 months and 2 1/2. I watched the rigamarole, the snowsuits, boots, mitts, hats, diapers, bottles, snacks, the endless answering of questions, the stern voice - "Did you just hit your brother?", the cajoling voice - "Wow! You put on your own boots!" - the stroller, the naps - I was exhausted just watching for two hours. Surely I didn't ever do that. And yet, my two kids are alive and well, so I must have. It's wonderful that you are chronicling your days, so that you will remember, and your beautiful children will be able to learn about their own growing-up, and also so that those of us on the other side of that particular journey can look back with you.
Much love to you and P-L, and mazel tov,
beth
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