Bricks

Things have been nutso on the job-front for me. Long hours and technical problems abound but I think things are getting back on track. This past weekend was great. On Saturday we went to the Fall Harvest Festival in town. The kids enjoyed all of the rides and the weather was superb. I had fun - I really did - even pushing a 100 pound double stroller uphills both ways. When we got home, we cleaned up and went out to eat Chinese. It really was like a mini-vacation. We ate out three times on Saturday! It was all good too. At the Chinese place, Emma enjoyed her very own bowl of soup and Chloe played Rice Hooray. If you don't know what that is, imagine a very cute 2 year old eatting a little bit of rice and flinging what is left in her hands straight up in the air. I believe she only did this while only I (and not her mother) was looking at her. The girls we so tired when we got home they just passed out without making their usual nightly banter as they drift off to sleep.

Sunday was totally different. Emma wasn't feeling good and I think Chloe was just tired all day. Lydia wanted to be held and cuddled at all times and I didn't mind a bit. We spent the day just kind of not doing much of anything. I worked some and watched the kids and Christina worked on some things around the house. Sunday night after dinner, the girls were again exhausted. However, it was time to pick up the toys and the girls really didn't want to help out.

"Girls I guess if you don't want to pick up your toys then we'll just give them away to a charity and get you bricks to play with. Would you like to play with bricks instead of these toys?" I asked.

Almost as if dancing in perfect synchronization, the girls answered "Yes Daddy we want bricks".

I turned around and just came down stairs chuckling under my breath. My girls have kicked my ass for the first of what I believe will be many times throughout our lives. I love them dearly.