Randomness

I love days like this..it started with the girls hopping out of bed happy, with only a few instances of typical sister arguing (You took my brush! Stop sitting so long on the toilet~ I have to pee! You're not the boss of me). Uusally, I have to pull out all the stops to convince them to wake up without all kinds of sassy attitude. They are not morning people, although my youngest is a little more laid-back about it. Work was good today. The weather is nice enough that the girls got to go outside and play. And they played hard..riding scooters, going for a walk to the park, etc. What's weird is that they are old enough to do these things on their own, with their friends. Not so long ago, mom was part of the activities. It's kind of nice, and kind of awww at the same time.
My girls love their dolls. They found a big plastic container in the garage full of their old baby clothes, and of course begged me to lug it into the house. They wanted to use the clothes for their dolls. Wow! I was brought back in time pulling out these tiny outfits, and amazing how a mom can remember where they wore that exact outfit and what we did in it. I found an old pair of jammies I wore when Bella was a newborn. Yeah, I washed em and wore em to bed last night. I was caught in the moment, and Bella was like, Mom, I don't like those jammies. Did you really wear those? I had to laugh~ it's just so...reality.
So now, as I sit here..I hear them chattering in their big kid kind of way...lots of illicit talk about boobies, bras, and what the heck is a period? Mixed in with you poked me with a pencil, no i didn't, and so on and so on. The best part of having your babies grow up is watching them make sense of things in their own way. It's often hilarious and often touching. I have tried very, very hard to let them work things out, while I am there watching intently from the sidelines. How else are they going to feel their own sense of self and confidence? So much I want and need to tell them, teach them...
Favorite things of today:
1. They actually loved the supper I made, and it was NOT hamburger helper.
2. When I picked them up from school, my youngest ran to me and threw herself into my arms for a hug.
3. My oldest helping her sister with her homework, because she wants to.