Happy 8th birthday Caitlin!! The youngest Goover is now eight years old. I just don't know where the time has gone. This means I am now eight years behind in my scapbooking........
Auntie has some time off coming up, so we will be planning a goover birthday sleepover, complete with a trip to the library, some cousin time I'm sure, and various other adventures. There will be brownie sundaes, and I believe she has picked taco's for dinner. I'm pretty sure we'll be learning some more fabulous songs too.
I see so much of my fearless self in this young one, it scares the heck ( I was going to write something else, but if she reads it I will owe her a quarter.) out of me. When I had the girls at the library last week I had to leave them for a minute, and I was terrified Tater would wander off, just because I know from experience how distracted one can get, and what fabulous adventure surely awaits around the next bend, even if you were told not to move.
As the girls and I were approaching the library I realized that I had to pee. ( I really love being over forty. It's great......) They are eight and nine years old, do I have to drag them in with me? This is a really bad neighborhood. It's the library for Pete's sake. What better place to snatch a kid? Arg! About 70 scenarios flew through my mind as we approached. There was a fabulous exhibit in the entry area, where the bathroom is, and the girls ran right over to it. Some women were having a meeting in a room adjacent, with the door open, so I thought it was time to trust the Goovs (for the first time with me) alone for a second.
"Hannah, I'm going to use the bathroom. You stay right here with your sister. If anything happens that you don't like go right into this room with the ladies, or holler. I will be back in one minute."
Bending down to eye level, holding Tater's face, I looked deep into her mischievous eyes. "Do not move. Not one step. I am not kidding. If you aren't in this spot when I come out of the bathroom I will return your books, you will get no more, and we will go straight back to your house. Do you understand me?" Her eyes widened as I spoke. "Yes, I understand." was her quiet reply.
That was the fastest pee in history! The girls were exactly where I left them, and I was met with a proud bright smiling Tater. "I didn't move, not one step!"
Yes, the baby is eight years old, and she is still my wild, willful, wonderful girl. I am so enjoying sharing my love of reading with her. I had forgotten how nice it is to curl up with a kid(s) and a book. I'm used to reading to fifteen at a time. Her passion seems to run more along the lines of art, which is not my forte, but we talked about an "art supply" birthday present, because I am nothing if not encouraging of their passions, as long as it doesn't involve sitting in front of a computer.
Happy Birthday to our baby! Thank you for reminding me how fun the world can be when you have a free spirit! I love you to the moon and back, and around the block! ♥ Even if I'm going to be up half the night because it's your turn to sleep with me. ;)
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| Tater and Hannah Goovering it up! |
Auntie has some time off coming up, so we will be planning a goover birthday sleepover, complete with a trip to the library, some cousin time I'm sure, and various other adventures. There will be brownie sundaes, and I believe she has picked taco's for dinner. I'm pretty sure we'll be learning some more fabulous songs too.
I see so much of my fearless self in this young one, it scares the heck ( I was going to write something else, but if she reads it I will owe her a quarter.) out of me. When I had the girls at the library last week I had to leave them for a minute, and I was terrified Tater would wander off, just because I know from experience how distracted one can get, and what fabulous adventure surely awaits around the next bend, even if you were told not to move.
As the girls and I were approaching the library I realized that I had to pee. ( I really love being over forty. It's great......) They are eight and nine years old, do I have to drag them in with me? This is a really bad neighborhood. It's the library for Pete's sake. What better place to snatch a kid? Arg! About 70 scenarios flew through my mind as we approached. There was a fabulous exhibit in the entry area, where the bathroom is, and the girls ran right over to it. Some women were having a meeting in a room adjacent, with the door open, so I thought it was time to trust the Goovs (for the first time with me) alone for a second.
"Hannah, I'm going to use the bathroom. You stay right here with your sister. If anything happens that you don't like go right into this room with the ladies, or holler. I will be back in one minute."
Bending down to eye level, holding Tater's face, I looked deep into her mischievous eyes. "Do not move. Not one step. I am not kidding. If you aren't in this spot when I come out of the bathroom I will return your books, you will get no more, and we will go straight back to your house. Do you understand me?" Her eyes widened as I spoke. "Yes, I understand." was her quiet reply.
That was the fastest pee in history! The girls were exactly where I left them, and I was met with a proud bright smiling Tater. "I didn't move, not one step!"
Yes, the baby is eight years old, and she is still my wild, willful, wonderful girl. I am so enjoying sharing my love of reading with her. I had forgotten how nice it is to curl up with a kid(s) and a book. I'm used to reading to fifteen at a time. Her passion seems to run more along the lines of art, which is not my forte, but we talked about an "art supply" birthday present, because I am nothing if not encouraging of their passions, as long as it doesn't involve sitting in front of a computer.
Happy Birthday to our baby! Thank you for reminding me how fun the world can be when you have a free spirit! I love you to the moon and back, and around the block! ♥ Even if I'm going to be up half the night because it's your turn to sleep with me. ;)
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