This Little Heart of Mine...

...sometimes feels like it's about to burst.

I really miss the girls at school. I really do. I love it when they get home. But I'm treasuring the alone time I'm having with Luke. It is so great to see the world through his eyes. The other day we walked outside, heading to the car to run errands and he said, "OH! Piddy day!" And it was a pretty day. So we ditched the errands and took the pink bigwheel to the tennis court for a spin while wearing jammies.

I think maybe turning the handlebars around and putting on a tough guy face lessens the feminine impact of the Pink Barbie Bigwheel, no?

Magic in a Box

"Mom! Same thing I always do."

That's the answer I usually get when I ask the girls what they did at school. But a few weeks ago I found a trick up my sleeve. Well, in a box actually. A package from lovely aunt Abbey with glow sticks in it! One of the girls (and I won't say who, but it wasn't me) was very grouchy and thankfully the treasure that came in the mail snapped her out of her funk. The lights were turned off and I pulled a Katie Couric on them, asking all sorts of questions about their out-of-mom's-sight activities for the day.

They totally fell for it. They gave me all the details. They even begged for more. So the questions were asked, answers were given and then some fun was had. I whipped out the camera and we got silly dancing and arm waving and camera-wielding. Dad even joined us. Who knew glow sticks could unlock the mystery of a silent child?