Drew begged for me to tape the Mr Potato Head mustache to his mouth. As soon as I did, he declared, "Oh yes. Now I do have a mustache."
Megan wasn't exactly thrilled with the note I wrote to her teacher recently. Megan had a class assignment to organize a space at home (cupboard, drawer, desk, etc.) and for extra credit they could keep their room clean for a week. Megan organized her desk and asked me if I would write the note saying it was done. I didn't have to add the part about her not earning the extra credit, but I couldn't resist.
I can not even describe the grin on Drew's face when I picked him up from pre-school last week and found him standing on his teacher's driveway dressed like an Indian. Drew wore this hat and vest for days with Joshua making one for himself nearly every day too. (Joshua's didn't seem to last more than a day.) I spent the better part of a week sweeping up cut pieces of brown paper bags from my kitchen floor.
As they played, a small toddler tottled over to them and Ellie let him join in a game of "Ring-around-the-rosies". The mother sat nearby watching and I imagined for just a moment that young mother (I am assuming the toddler is her only child thus far) imaging how fun it will be to have more children one day down the road. The reason I imagined her thinking this, is because I spent many a day thinking that very thing. Now I do the opposite. I looked at that young mother with a slight twinge of envy about how much less chaotic her life must be.
All envy aside, I really did sit and bask in the simpleness of the moment my children were creating for themselves. It was a pleasant afternoon.