I want to be a kid again...

I want to be a little kid again...well, maybe not since I was teased way too much as a child and a teenager (and sometimes even as an adult) but, I digress...I want to be able to be in awe of the little things again...the little things that we as adults just don't appreciate the way we should...what brought this thought to mind is watching as Leyla's eyes lit up as Joe, my train conductor, handed her a little ticket scrap, which he punched just for her as she waited for me to get off the train last Wednesday...and the way Hannah's eyes light up when she sees her monkey (Phil) or when she is holding her play spatula from the girls' kitchen set and she suddenly breaks out in her scrinchy smile that she is so famous for.  So, right now I am going to think of the little things that have made today (OK, yesterday since I wrote this Sunday but am posting this Monday) so wonderful and in no particular order they are:

• The little girl sound asleep still eating in my lap as I write this
• The other little girl who just called out "Daddy" through the monitor having just woken up from her nap
• Leyla asking me to read to her earlier and showing me her picture she titled "The Woods"
• Hannah reaching out to me when I walk away for just a moment

Really, now that I think about it these are not little things...they are the big things I am going to long for years from now.  I love you Leyla. I love you Hannah.

Great Expectations

I have all these expectations that I place upon myself.  Expectations on how I will parent, how I will spend my weekend, things I will accomplish and it's really getting to be too much.  So, today, on this Friday, instead of making a list of things that need to get done this weekend that I will lose and never complete, I'm not making a list.  Instead, my expectations for myself will be that which I can be successful at completing...I will spend the weekend with my girls and spend as much quality time as I possibly can with them...we will go to the pool, we will go for a walk, we will go to a party, and if those are the only things that we do this weekend I will be OK with it.  Please excuse the mess of my house...please excuse my disorganization...please excuse the fact that I can't post pictures on facebook for all to see in a timely manner...please excuse whatever it is that I can't get done...I'm busy making memories that will last a lifetime.