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Spent the afternoon running around with my nieces yesterday. Boy, did they tire my mom and I OUT. B got whiny (she's the younger), and G got annoyed towards the end. G is a total outdoor girl! She wants to be outside, preferably with no coat or shoes. As beautiful as yesterday was it was still chilly!
B wanted to play "sardines" which is a version of hide 'n' seek. But when outside at my folks house, there are only two ways to "split up" to search. One goes around the house one way, and two go around the house the other. And there are relatively few places to hide, especially with the leaves falling off the trees. But, play we did. And we played tickle tag (just so we could chase B around while she giggled, really). And regular hide 'n' seek (which is really more challenging), and museum statues, and throw the ball to the dog, and running just for fun.
I went to bed last night at 11pm I was so tired.
M brought the all three kids to lunch at my folks to give K (his wife) some time to work on the crafts she is creating for a craft show in early December. After lunch and some play time, M took L home for a nap (and also to continue working on the addition - very close to move in ready - at least the bedrooms. Bathrooms are getting there...) and left the girls with me and my mom (although very shortly that gambit won't work as for the first time L realized B and G were not in the car going home - next time I bet he gets fussier). My dad parked himself in front of the TV to watch the Patriot's game, so we let him be. When we decided to go outside, we took the dog, who part way through being outside decided he'd had enough and nosed his way back into the house.
When M got back the Patriot's game was about to go into overtime and the girls were fussy. We sat about and watched (mileage on "watched" may vary) the end of the game (G and I read the comics in the Sunday paper, B got just as close to us as she could and made me rub her back. That there were three of us perched rather precariously on two high stools didn't seem to phase either one of them - but I got rungs and ridges in odd places trying to make sure none of us fell off.).
B is at the age when "washing her hands" is holding them under the water for a second or two then swiping the towel is "washing." And after one of the indoor games she had dirt and dust all over her hands, I had to scrub them so she didn't transfer all that dirt to her clothes - it was the particularly sticky icky dirty dust that coats things not cleaned in years - and she'd found a pocket of it in the underside of the baby grand piano - a little ledge that nobody's ever dusted, because by the time my parents got the piano, there was no one small enough to want to crawl under it to see there is a ledge someone can hide something on, and so it has never been dusted. Very icky - and it took some scrubbing to get it all off her hands and arms.
All in all it was an exhausting Sunday. Good, but man, I wish I could bottle that energy. The sisterly spats I could do without.
B wanted to play "sardines" which is a version of hide 'n' seek. But when outside at my folks house, there are only two ways to "split up" to search. One goes around the house one way, and two go around the house the other. And there are relatively few places to hide, especially with the leaves falling off the trees. But, play we did. And we played tickle tag (just so we could chase B around while she giggled, really). And regular hide 'n' seek (which is really more challenging), and museum statues, and throw the ball to the dog, and running just for fun.
I went to bed last night at 11pm I was so tired.
M brought the all three kids to lunch at my folks to give K (his wife) some time to work on the crafts she is creating for a craft show in early December. After lunch and some play time, M took L home for a nap (and also to continue working on the addition - very close to move in ready - at least the bedrooms. Bathrooms are getting there...) and left the girls with me and my mom (although very shortly that gambit won't work as for the first time L realized B and G were not in the car going home - next time I bet he gets fussier). My dad parked himself in front of the TV to watch the Patriot's game, so we let him be. When we decided to go outside, we took the dog, who part way through being outside decided he'd had enough and nosed his way back into the house.
When M got back the Patriot's game was about to go into overtime and the girls were fussy. We sat about and watched (mileage on "watched" may vary) the end of the game (G and I read the comics in the Sunday paper, B got just as close to us as she could and made me rub her back. That there were three of us perched rather precariously on two high stools didn't seem to phase either one of them - but I got rungs and ridges in odd places trying to make sure none of us fell off.).
B is at the age when "washing her hands" is holding them under the water for a second or two then swiping the towel is "washing." And after one of the indoor games she had dirt and dust all over her hands, I had to scrub them so she didn't transfer all that dirt to her clothes - it was the particularly sticky icky dirty dust that coats things not cleaned in years - and she'd found a pocket of it in the underside of the baby grand piano - a little ledge that nobody's ever dusted, because by the time my parents got the piano, there was no one small enough to want to crawl under it to see there is a ledge someone can hide something on, and so it has never been dusted. Very icky - and it took some scrubbing to get it all off her hands and arms.
All in all it was an exhausting Sunday. Good, but man, I wish I could bottle that energy. The sisterly spats I could do without.
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