Yesterday was the girls last day of school and they are now embarking on the holiday Christmas vacation. I have today off. And they are spending it with me. Blink, blink.
This entire week has been a whirlwind of emotions. I'm never quite sure what I am coming home to. School work has been light, parties have been going on and the excited vibrations are enough to topple the Empire State Building, as well as to cause me to drink quite heavily. I jest about the Empire State Building.
Last night, my youngest was a good example of that. She was bouncing of the walls when she came home. I had to look at everything she made (which included the coolest ornament with her picture on it), and listen to how everything was done. It's one of my favorite times. She gets so excited, as did her sister at that age. But people, they can TURN on you. She was happily bouncing around the house when all of a sudden, her life came to a screeching halt and the world ended. Amen.
I've learned that there are ways (sometimes) to distract her, my little emotional bundle of joy. Tonight, after what promised to be a major emotional meltdown, I noticed that she smelled wonderful (I was rocking her on my lap). She told me that her teacher had scented candles at school. She also said it could have been from Mrs. M's house (her daycare provider), because her house always smells so good (and I am here to tell you that it does).
From then on out it was smooth sailing. She loves to hear about funny things she did as a child (for that matter, my oldest still gains comfort in that). I told her that by the time she was two days old, she had discovered her thumb, and has never stopped sucking it since. I told her about her fierce independence, which she constantly displays. For example, when I would want to help her get dressed you would hear "I DO MAMA, I DO!." That was a term that I came to love and dread at the same time.
Memories are good things. Even, if perhaps, the memory is one that makes you want to crawl back into your shell, they are memories. They shape us and make us who we are today. I have alot of them from my childhood, and I share them freely with my girls. They love it when my folks tell them about things from their own childhood, or anything from the past. Bless my parents. They are so patient with them and they seem to enjoy the sharing these things as well.
As usual, I seem to have strayed from the topic on hand. But then again, I'm not sure what the topic was supposed to be.
Today was spent getting my hair cut (with three girls, Meelie's friend went with us), and then we went to get our nails done. For the little ones, it was just a polish. Chickie and I had the manicure, which she really loved. Right now, the little two are outside playing, and I would imagine, wreaking havoc on the dogs. In a little bit, when we get rid of the excess energy, we'll make some Christmas ornaments.
I’d say we have had a very successful Friday.