I was surrounded in tiny feet & tiny hands this weekend. My Big Birdie is 5; and, my Little Monkey is 3. We hung out all weekend starting Friday night. They insisted on sleeping with me, cudding really close & giving me a few scares. My Monkey fell off the *high* bed. The first time I caught her before she hit the floor. The second time we weren't so lucky. She was okay, and a lesson was learned; Keep the baby in between me & Big Birdie.
On Saturday, we went to an outlet mall with family that I'm not sure I'm really related to. We over paid for tiny toys & munched on bland food court eats. We dirtied our clothes with chocolate ice cream & played in the playground until it was too hot to stand it.
On Sunday, we celebrated my baby sister's 17th birthday. I need to stop calling her a baby! I whipped out the *vintage* Super Nintendo & was the instant hit of the party.
Now my 'stolen' babies are gone. No more pajama parties & airplane rides. No more sneaking them candy & the gorgeous sound of babies giggling. When they were leaving they were on the verge of tears. Begging to stay and then begging to take me with them. I miss my Little Monkey & Big Birdie.
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