With the Twins
and Pierce reunited, this month has been a whirlwind of intense moments. So….Mom
and I decided to make a game plan in order to survive the month. Each morning
we take turns watching the four kids while the other goes on a jog to the end
of the road. This morning this is what insued:
Once Mom took
off, I marched the kids down stairs to tear apart the toy closet. Within ten
minutes Lincoln Logs were strewn over the floor, a make shift slide had been
created off the sofa and the basement echoed with escalating squeals. As I
watched the commotion, I stood swaying back and forth with Gretel….trying to
induce sleep considering her nap time was approaching. Momentarily, my phone
rang and it was Alex who just HAD to talk to me about selling the Land Rover.
As I listened to
Alex carry on, I watched Pierce head out the door for the trampoline. Anya
trailed after him, only a few steps behind. However, since it was rather windy
out, Anya’s jumping enthusiasm quickly faded and soon she meandered back to
the basement door. She flung the door wide open, lingering on the threshold….not
sure whether she should brave the wind to jump or play within the security of
the living room. Meanwhile, Colette started crying because gusts of wind where
whipping through the basement.
“Anya close the
door. Colette stop crying…..Gretel, my sweet heart, go to sleep…..sorry Alex…..what
were you saying?” Finally, the door shut and the whining died down for a few brief
moments until Pierce decided it was time to come in. Once again the door burst open
and Pierce blew over the landing, booking it towards the sofa. Out of the
corner of my eye, I saw his feet fly up in the air as his butt hit the floor
with a loud thud. I whipped around to see Colette guiltily standing in the
corner with no pants on, Pierce curiously eyeing the poop on the bottom of his
feet and Anya looking on with bewilderment. Ah..............the delightful moments of child rearing!
