This weekend we all wanted to get away, but didn't want to ride the ferry. So, we set up a tent in the living room and played
camp out. We used candles and lanterns throughout the house, and played flashlight tag. However, when Lucy was 'it' she stared into the flashlight like a mosquito in August.
Hot dogs always taste better on an open fire and s'mores aren't quite the same broiled, but the girls giggled just the same. We watched a movie on our portable dvd player, then tucked each other in. The sound of our breaths made Luke and I realize we missed co-sleeping with our babes who routinely share a room with one another. All night long, I'd try to roll over, only to be pulled by Lucy's tiny hand. We held hands all night long. Cute, huh? What's even better, is that Luke and Betty did the same. We woke at the early hour of eight, broke down camp and made pancakes. It's fun to mix up the routine every once and a while.
Over pancakes, Betty talked about how our tiny island doesn't have squirrels and skunks. At the last word, our mouths dropped open. Luke and I looked at each other as if to say, "it's gone." And just like that, our four year old no longer called skunks "stunks."
It seems just as you swallow loving idiosyncrasies, they vanishes.
Almost as if to smooth over the loss, Lucy preformed her new trick - hand to her nose, yucky face and a squeal, "st-in-ky!"
I love that we live in a two bedroom home that forces us to have the girls share a room. It has brought about the greatest respectful friendship in them. Betty quietly 'reads' books in bed so as to not wake the little one, and tip-toes out in the morning so Lucy can sleep in. Over the monitor, we hear Betty signing "Twinkle, Twinkle" if Lucy wakes and, the unfortunate, "you are naughty, go to sleep right now or I won't share my necklaces with you."
They log about an hour a day in the book nook together and play baby-mommy and even waitress in their kitchen. Lucy is learning not to pull hair just so she can say sorry to Betty and get a hug, and Betty is learning how to let Lucy help her do puzzles. They are in such a good place right now. All make-believe costumes and silly songs they create leave me happy I spend my days with them. I feel it rushing by.
And then I feel Luke's nasty beard. He's in the town's centennial beard growing contest. Since September, I haven't gotten a proper kiss. His face has turned into a complete Brill-o Pad. Hopefully he wins and it will all be worth it. I miss his smooth cheeks and soul patch. Lucy won't even snuggle in close. Betty, however, says, "Oh Daddy you look handsome." She's in the phase where she thinks it is unfair she can't marry her daddy.
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