Day 63: A Good Thing

I have toddlers, which in and of itself is laughable, because in reality I should be rocking my grandchildren, not breaking up playroom brawls between my 4 year old twins.

But I have toddlers. 

And toddlers keep you young. 

And on your toes.

And out of bed all night.

And wishing you didn't have to pick things out of your drink before you could drink them.

And best of all, they keep you laughing.

Then again, my grown kids keep me laughing too.  Which is not at all to say that they are like toddlers in any way.  I can't remember the last time I had to yell at them to pick up their stuff or hurry up in the bathroom . . . oh wait . . .

Well never mind.

My toddlers keep me laughing, and that makes every day a good day.  No matter how crappy things are anywhere else, (yes, I said crappy, you'll be okay) a conversation with them is awesome.

I was out of town this weekend, and as I usually do when I'm out of town, I called to talk to them on the phone.  (I WISH my husband had an iPhone 4S so we could facetime, but HEY, I barely got him to get an iPhone at ALL so there's not much chance he's likely to upgrade anytime soon!)

Anyway, I called home, and I got to talk to Nikki first. Nikki is still struggling to catch up in her speech, so she's a little hard to understand over the phone (I repeat, facetiming would be so nice Mike Jones!)    And, she still has a few processing problems, so she doesn't always totally "get" what you're asking. 

I said, "Hey baby.  How are you?"  She said, "I had a fit."

"You had a fit?  What were you doing?"

She said, "I go 'waaaaaaaah, waaaaaaah' like that Mama."

Bahahahaha.  Then she said, "I don't like parrots.  They bite me."  (Always good information from that one!  I know all the animals in the animal kingdom to be afraid of!)

Her sister, the more verbal one says, "Mama, you coming home?"

"Yes baby.  Do you miss me?"

She said, "No, I don't miss you.  My beads came out.  I need you to fix my hair."

(Good thing my self-confidence is not based on her missing me or anything!)

(I would also like to point out that she probably did not miss me because upon my return I found a pizza box AND leftover spaghetti in our refrigerator!  Her two favorite meals!  Truth be told, her daddy probably gave her ice cream in my absence too!)

All that to say, their bus will arrive at any moment.  Those are the best moments of my day.  They'll run off the bus yelling, "Mama!!!!!"  I'll run toward them, arms out, waiting for a big giant hug, and if today is like any other day, they'll run past me saying, "Where's my snack?"

I have toddlers.  And that's a good thing.