This is our family:
Both mothers- living.
Four ancient aunts and uncles.
Five sisters between us.
15 nieces and nephews
Six nephews- n- law
14 great nieces and nephews
Two biological children (how’d you like to be called that?)
And one foster son (love ya Tyler!).
(apologies if I forgot anyone, but this gets more complicated every year)
Just the other day I got a call from my niece-n-law (who is married to a nephew in the air force stationed in Guam with wife and daughter living in Gulfport) asking if she could drop my great niece off while she went to a doctors appointment in New Orleans.
I don’t have a lot of toys, or children’s books, or musical instruments anymore, but I do have pots and pans, wood spoons, a lovely singing voice, two fluffy cats, a bouncy bed, doors to hide behind, fabric scraps to make capes, empty boxes to build castles, the ability to speak in funny tongues, and cross each eye individually- but it was pouring outside.
Play Play Play.
Giggle Giggle Giggle
Tired Tired Tired
“I’m sleepy. Can we lay down?”
“I want to play some more.”
“I’m thirsty. I want my drink.”
“One more time with Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!”
“I don’t want to dance again”
“I have to go potty. Want to come watch?”
|Our precious baby Olive
who was fed-up with me at this point.