She must have taken pity on us as we told our tale. For when we finished she suggested our daughters spend the night at her house so we could go out for our anniversary!
We were in shock! It was hard enough finding a babysitter for any evening (the reason for our plight), let alone the entire night! Why this was unprecedented (in our house). This was a first! We gladly and immediately accepted.
So on Saturday, around 4, we dropped both of them off. We felt secure for she was my daughter's teacher
This is a momentous day! First, it's Le Premier Fauchage de Pelouse du Festival de Saison, a holiday celebrated throughout the known suburban world this time each year (at least in the northern hemisphere). It's also the fanciest way of saying I mowed the lawn for the first time this season! I never knew that translating mundane tasks using Babblefish could make my life seem so rewarding. But more on that in a minute.
The day started early. I got up at 5:30 am (on a Saturday I'd like noted)
As mentioned earlier, I take my daughter to school on the Metro (DC's subway). Well, actually, I take both of my daughters to school. When commuting downtown with a 4 1/2 and 3 year old at 7 in the morning, you never know what to expect. What are my fellow passengers thinking of this trio of two highly-charged youngsters and one aging adult? Despite my daily scans of their faces, it's often hard to tell.
On our better days we bake cookies and read books. But mixing make-believe ingredients can quickly
This morning started out as most weekday mornings do: a rush to get us and the kids ready for work and school and a mad dash to the car, making sure everything and everyone is in place. As we pulled out of the driveway, I said "ding dong". "What does that mean?" my four year old asked. "Ding dong," I repeated.
My daughter likes to make up games. She especially enjoys making the rules (the province of four year olds). Often, on the way home from school and work she'll decide to play a guessing
As we walked through the door she began her incantation. Raising her hands before her, eyes closed, she began:
I wish, I wish with all my heart
To fly with dragons
in the land of heart
I stared, transfixed, as she repeated her words again and again. I knew her chant from her favorite cartoon show. And I took special note of a four year old's version of an often-heard rhyme.
Her eyelids moved to the beat of her voice. When she stopped her eyes slowly opened and looked at me. “Now,