Last night Freya fell asleep on the floor. The kitchen floor; face down in a sea of crumbly-been-out-all-day Play Doh that she was supposed to be picking up. It was only five o-clock, but we decided to risk it, and put her to bed hoping she'd sleep straight through 'til morning. It kind of worked.
Steve and I ate dinner with Matilda, and then I escaped since my head was exploding from a killer combination of being home all day with the girls, work related issues, All. Day. Long. and a little PMS thrown in for good measure. I didn't do anything fun, just ran errands, and when I got home I was more than ready to collapse and let my good friend the television invade my ailing brain. Which I did just as soon as Miss Matilda was tucked in and kissed goodnight.
Half an hour later we heard cries from upstairs so I went up to investigate. Freya was awake and sad, Matilda was still awake and determined not to be left out of any cuddles or sympathy that her baby sister was set to receive. So the three of us went downstairs and we all crawled into bed with Steve for a good cuddle together.
"Matilda," I said, "I love you, because your hair smells like broccoli." Freya and Matilda both shrieked and giggled as if I had made the funniest joke ever, because, you know, they're 2, and 5.
Hence began the latest of our family games in which we find the silliest possible reasons why we love each other. I think my favorite was Matilda's: "Daddy, I love you because I can stuff you full of pumpkin guts."
6 comments:
I love their names!
And broccoli is a step up from what my oldest's hair smells like sometimes...
Very sweet stories!
awww... THESE are the moments!
That totally sounds like something I would do. I realized yesterday that Jack is learning normal stuff like how to use a phone at daycare...whereas I teach him how to squawk when sneaking up on someone and how to jump on the bed. :P
That is one sweet game!
You know I love this post. So simple.
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