Gianna is in her crib having some two-year-old quiet time. Alone time. Otherwise known as our time away from her and her fitful attempts at individuating and controlling her environment. She's been gone for two minutes when Stella sidles up next to me and asks, "Can I go talk to Gianna?"
"About what," I ask.
"About playing."
I don't know if I should've resisted, but I didn't.
Makes me wish I enjoyed my sister more when we lived under the same roof.
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I'm writing this because I'm down two children. They're away with their grandma for Stella's birthday. My house is a mess, I'm still in my pajamas and Rowena slumbers on my lap. There are probably many things I should be doing, but I really wanted to remember that story. And these days my free time is slim to none what with law school and children kicking my butt.
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2 comments:
I can totally relate about the free time thing. There is not much of it. I, too, had a moment to spare tonight waiting for Tim to come home. I love this sweet story and it is great to check back in on the blog. Miss you all and see you in January!!!
I wish you would've played more when we lived under the same roof too. Those Archie Comic books must've been amazing.
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