Happy Spring Break to those of you enjoying some school-free fun! We’re lucky to be spending a few days with cousins visiting from out of town. (That’s right, March Madness is really more about 9 people sharing 1 bathroom than basketball around here right now. Especially after the game which shall not be named on Friday.)
Lesson #1: Pink takes after her dad when it comes to singing. She’s totally mastered the last word of every line in her favorite songs. You’d be so impressed to hear her sing the GPSs.
Lesson #2: When a leprechaun puts lots of food coloring in the milk, that’s not the only thing that comes out green.
Lesson #3: The best part about having lots of loveys in your crib at naptime is that you can keep throwing them at a music-playing toy to calm yourself to sleep. Though if that doesn’t work, and you’re stuck alone in your crib, dancing and singing a lullaby like “Shake Your Bootie” seems to do the trick. An hour later.
Lesson #4: You can only tempt fate for so long before your non-stop-ball-playing boys break a window. In our case, it was Little, in the garage, with a basketball. RIP dryer window. You’ve served us well.
Lesson #5: Little may not get the abstract concept of thinking of my dad when he sees butterflies, but that doesn’t mean he’s not thinking of him. The other day, he was playing with an Etch-A-Sketch and told me he drew a tennis court. He said, “Are you thinking of Grandpa?” I said, “I wasn’t right this minute, but are you?” He said, “Yes, when I see tennis courts, I think of Grandpa. Because he loved tennis.” Funny how much sense a 4-year old can make sometimes.
Lesson #6: When your husband says he’s packed the diaper bag, do assume you’ll have enough snacks to feed the entire basketball team. Don’t assume there are actually diapers in it.
Lesson #7: If you see a 4-year old rolling around on the basketball court in the middle of an exciting play, don’t foolishly jump to the conclusion that the poor little munchkin is injured and needs help. (Though it can be painful to watch.)
Lesson #8: Oh what a precious moment it is when little ones get the chance to hear their coaches say nice things about them as they run up to get their end-of-season medal.
Lesson #9: I need to tone down my bloggity jokes (and sideline banter … and complaining to the program director …) about my passion for watching Big’s sporting events (starting next week, I’m afraid). My
former friend was actually scared to tell me her top-scoring son was going to miss the basketball playoff game today to go skiing with his family. It seems my enthusiasm has been mistaken for insanity. (So much for self ejecting. And making it to the finals … kidding, J. It was totally the “ref’s” fault.)
Lesson #10: Older cousins rock. They teach you new games, hairdos, hand clapping songs, words, and reasons you’re awesome.
You, my friends, are awesome too. And I hope your week is as well!
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