9/20/2004 03:41:05 PM|||Amy|||I miss the kids today. I miss them every day but after a weekend of togetherness, today I miss them with a slightly different longing. The kind of longing which says that I will happily change shitty diapers at least twice a day and only shuffle the extra times off on someone else after I've reached the limit. Usually, I will just hand a baby over to someone who I think doesn't have anything better to do with their time and say something like, "Here. Will you go change her diappy while I look for a change of clothes to put on her?" Or -"Here take her, I have to go make dinner", and then after handing over the small child with the sewage pipes smell, I'll say "I think she needs a diappy change." It's not subtle or even very tricky, but it almost always works.

I did very little this weekend by way of being productive. I washed clothes, I partially put away clean dishes, I washed four bottles. Instead of cleaning every possible surface with undiluted bleach - usually enough to cause lung scarring, I just played with my itty bitty kids. Then, Saturday night, I mopped up rounds of vomit. First, daughter A would have a go. Then, daughter B would take her turn. Bear is the only one who has, as of yet, escaped the horrible curse of the 24 hour bug.

Yesterday, I packed up the kids and a stroller and took them to the Plano Balloon Festival. We arrived in just enough time to see two balloons launched and play our fortunes on a spinning wheel which, when spun, would land on either a prize (deflated beach balls, plastic pens, large clips, other assorted crap) or cash (a burlap sack filled with bills from which the winner would draw one, coincidentally almost always a $1 bill.) Bear wanted the cash so we all played. I was hoping that Bear would come away with a bill that had a picture on it he had never seen before-at least not in real life, but I seem to remember that his fortune pointed the way of the clip. Monkey got the pen. I, the deflated beach ball. Come to think of it, our fortunes were spun appropriately - since, you know, Monkey likes to draw on anything - er, rather, everything. Bear has started to appreciate the wonder of clipping things, and I... well, I have far less muscle tone than would get me a date once this marriage thing is something I did in my sordid past.
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