I miss the days of 3-year-old mentality. So, last night, we watched Julz(Holla!)'s Gwyn (3) and Olivia (5). It's hard to think they are that young because it seems like they've been in our lives forever.
They are at a great age where I don't have to chase them around to make sure they aren't licking the Farley the Wonderdog hair off the floor, or sticking their fingers in the electrical outlets, stuff like that. All four of them get together and truly play well together. They finished dinner and went up to play, I was washing dishes when I heard Gwyn crying. So, I ran over to the stairs, and see Gwyn 3 steps down from the top. My kids are looking at me like, "WE SO DIDN'T DO THIS MOM, WE SWEAR!" She'd fallen down the stairs. Just a few steps. SHE WAS FINE. Thankfully, she'd stopped the fall with her left cheek. It wasn't that bad, but still, I scooped her up, and got her our Nemo Ice Pack, and she cuddled me while I finished the dishes.
I said, "Gwyn, tell me what happened."
She's so sweet, and she's just 3, so she still has the dialect of Elmer Fudd, but the voice of a singing angel, "Well, I was walking on the stairs VEWY CAWEFUWEEE..."
Good point Gwyn. I could tell this wasn't her first tumble down the stairs. I miss the 3 year old perspective. Not enough to have another though. I'll just borrow Gwyn next week for another insightful conversation.
That's how I roll.
Gwyn said that "Weswies Memo cold pack" made her all better. Probably the snuggles didn't hurt either! You may borrow her any time! Thank you for loving my kids despite the fact that you don't really like kids other than your own! Ha!
Gwyn is a comfort too. At Halloween I wanted to make sure that she didn't dart out into the street, so I told her that I needed someone to hold my hand in the dark. She made it a point to return to my hand immediately after each house. She stuck with it the entire trip.
Perhaps I should have re-worded that statement..."I don't like stranger's kids." I totally love, need and approve of yours and a few others! ;)