Tonight, Jen was unfortunately absent for another school-related thingamajib. The girls, sensing my fantastic vulnerability, took it relatively easy on me.
Two moments from the night that stuck out.
Lily came to the gate while I was in the kitchen, asking for a couple of pretzels. It should be known that we feed our kids most of the normal bar fare. So I forked over a couple pretzel sticks, and, trying to coax some manners from her, said, "Thank you! Say, 'Thank you'!"
Lily didn't respond, but from around the corner and 26 feet away, I heard Abby - barely audible yet unmistakable - say, "Baank yooo."
The other:
Lily kept climbing on and off the stroller. When she did it the first time without help, I screamed, "Yay!" and asked her to slap me five. She politely declined. The next 10 times she climbed on and jumped off, I asked for five and she said no. Eventually, I lost interest, stopped asking, and concentrated on something Abby was doing.
Out of nowhere, Lily walked over, pried my hands into a flat surface, slapped me five, then forcibly curled it back into a closed position.
Bossy? Yes. Cute as hell? Oh yeah.
Day two hundred and nineteen.
Saddest girl at the ball.
I like reading your blog. I don't read it every day, but whenever I do, I end up reading about 8 screens worth. Good work G. Keep it up.
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