Not major news in any sense (nor is it that odd of an occurrence), but right around 7:45am I noticed something. It was my younger kiddo, Susannah. And she was staring excitedly at me.
"What do you wanna do, pal?" I asked her.
She pointed at her cup. "Dink ma joo." (More excited stares.)
"And after you drink your juice?"
She shrugged and pointed at her juice and drank it some more. More very excited stares. And then I got it- she was stoked to just be with me. No preschoolers having feelings, no parents rushing around in the morning, no angry sleeves because we have to BE somewhere. She wanted to have quality time with her mother without the world ruining everything- again.
So I put aside my computer and phone and the unwashed breakfast dishes and let her take my hand. And she promptly led me on an ambling tour of the living room. We ended up in her bedroom, where she showed me how her ballerina doll did not fit into her wooden firetruck (but let's keep trying). And then she grabbed another little doll and popped out and arm and leg apiece, sadly presenting them to me ("Oh, noooo") which, despite what my sister tells me, does not make her Lenny from Of Mice And Men.
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| Put down the camera, Mom. I'm in real need of some quality time, here. Maybe a hand, even. |
I got to watch Zuzu just being nineteen months old; figuring out how things work, pushing the the limit of how high she could climb (with an occasional sly look over a shoulder) before I would hook an arm around her waist and pull her back to the ground, and faceplant on the floor because the rug sometimes feels so nice and- hey, look! A thumb! Let's just lie here and suck a thumb for a second, yeah? And then she climbed into my lap, looked lovingly into my eyes...and yanked a book off of her shelf.
"Dis?"
"Sure."
We read that one. And when she grabbed a second, we read that one, too. And a third, a fourth, a fifth, and then...she told me I had a nose. And a mouth. Poke poke poke.
"Ma joo?"
"Sure."
So we held hands and walked back into the kitchen for one more sip of juice, before embarking on the rest of the morning. Which was gonna be just awesome.
Zu was one hundred percent sure of that.
7 comments:
Aw!! Seriously, how sweet and adorable is this?
I love quality time with the baby when his brother's at preschool. We 'read' many books. :)
Angry sleeves. CLASSIC. And I'm glad that you had a sweet morning (and the good sense to enjoy it). :)
It's nice to have that time- and even nicer when Suzy reminds me to have it with her. ;)
The angry sleeves should have their own spinoff.
I LOVE this! My two-year-old {who would be besties with Zuzu, I'm sure of it} acts like she has won the lottery on our rare-occasion non-errand-running times together. It's awesome to just BE with her.
So glad you guys had a fab morning!!!
If I allow myself to let go of my shoulds and oughts and just let my child lead me, we end up having a really good time.
@Amy- They for sure would.
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