Yay, our front porch is no longer covered in boxes, plastic storage bins, and other crap! We are starting to look a bit more respectable, bar the detritus that is still left in our back yard.
Today, though most of our time off was taken up with house-related work plus another joint session, we did stop off at a place where you can get gluten-free burgers for a bite to eat and a chance to just chill together. That was nice.
This afternoon when we came upstairs after working in the basement, Hazel and the twins were playing happily with our babysitter. Hazel had initiated a game in which she was a kitty who fetched. She’d come up to our babysitter on all fours and meow. The babysitter would say “Fetch!” (apparently at Hazel’s insistence), and throw the rubber ducky, which Hazel would then go crawling off to get. She’d bring it back in her mouth to the babysitter, who would then say, “Drop!” (also at Hazel’s insistence), and Hazel would drop the ducky. Lather, rinse, repeat. I was bemused, slightly disturbed, and amused, all at the same time.
Momentous occasion today: Emily’s first, distinguishable word apart from the strings of, “Da-da-da-da-da” and “Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma” that are turning gradually into “Dada” and “Mama”. The word? “Bubble”. We gave the twins a big heavy glass paperweight that acts as a magnifying glass for Christmas. They love it, and Emily likes to carry it around play with it. Hazel called it “Bubble”, and Emily started copying the word today. It was totally understandable! We all clapped and cheered, and she grinned and giggled.
Childhood is full of magic, in overlapping but different ways for the kids and for the parents. I appreciate today’s special moments.