One child's trash is another's treasure
I love to discover how some things are adored, and treasured by my children, while other's are tossed to the wayside. It's seems I have no talent in predicting in which category any given item will fall. No rhyme or reason, really. Ryan tells me I'm the same way--unpredictable in my tastes. I don't think I am. Or perhaps they change with age. Others never change, like enjoying the magic of the Mrs. Piggle Wiggle books, as do my children.
Speaking of age, why is it that I feel exponentially older with each tooth lost? Divine lost one of her front teeth and it made me feel even older. I do think her toothless grin is cute (we disagree here, Jennifer.) It doesn't slow her down, though. We
had artichokes that she ate with great skill and speed, as well as corn on the cob, not a kernel was missed. I am always told (especially by strangers) that I need to enjoy these ages. I am trying. Really I am. Yesterday Pearl asked me, "I like Ms. Frizzle. Do you know why your kids love Ms. Frizzle (have any of you seen the Magic School Bus?)" I asked her why, and she responded, "Because she is so clever!" So are you, my dear children. I will enjoy and not wish away this time and these ages. They are playing a game of "Hide and Squeeze" right now.