*Sometimes* life with four kidlets is calm and peaceful...but mostly, it's quite busy and wild. It seems to go in spurts. This is a tale that reminds me how thankful I am for friends who actually stay friends with me after seeing us in all our "glory".
My dear friend Malissa came over with her two boys this morning to play. The big kids wanted to play outside in the snow. So I start the ever-long process of bundling them up to go outside. I get to the part where I'm putting Mr N's coat on and Malissa asks if it is a new coat. She hadn't seen it before. Now, this should have been my first clue as we see Malissa quite a bit. But I answer, no, it's not new, etc. and put it on him.
Meanwhile, the girls had finished getting ready and went outside. And didn't shut the door. All of a sudden I realized I couldn't see Mr G, so I went to the door only to find him outside, without coat, hat, mittens, etc. (but he did have shoes on!) running to the backyard. I was in socks. I almost went out in socks to grab him, but since he was headed to the back and not the road, I decided to take a few seconds to pull on my boots. I grab Toddler G who started screaming because he wants to be outside, and go back inside to finish up with Mr N. Something doesn't seem quite right when I look at Mr N but I let it go. He goes out and I start getting G ready.
I look out our back window to check on the kids and realize Mr N was wearing Mr G's coat. It's a few inches too short in the arms. *Sigh* When you have kids close together, their clothes can really look the same, I promise. So I finish with Mr G, grab Mr N's coat and head out.
Mr G runs into the garage and I can see him playing with his Cozy Coupe, so I figure now is a good time to get Mr N changed. I get Mr N out of his small coat into his actual coat and turn to check on G. He is now running in the snow. In socks. His boots are in the garage. *Sigh* I pick him up and give N one more minute to play and we head in. So that was like 1 million minutes to get ready for 5 minutes of play. Oh well. =)
At this point, I can't get over the fact that Malissa hasn't run from my house with her two children tucked under her arms. We get the kids out of their snow gear and settle them down with Curious George on Netflix. I told her about our new fish and how we changed furniture around upstairs (completely unrelated incidents) and we go up to see it. (I brought Toddler G with us, of course). We go upstairs and there is the fish happily in his tank. And there is the fish food....all over the floor. I don't know which of the Fab Four is the guilty party, but I do have my suspicions...boys....
Embarrassed, I clean it up and she's very kind and says she understands.
We go back down to the living room and hear screaming. I look and find Mr N and her littlest boy in the glider...tipped on its back. Mr N is screaming and her little one is just staring into space. I think he was in shock or something.
Well, the rest of the playdate went by without incident and now the kids are quiet...G is sleeping, N is putting together his puzzles from Christmas, and the girls are beading in their room. So, why did I type this out? Because though I can get frazzled with all that happens in a day, this is the stuff life is made of! And I absolutely love it! I love that we are making memories and that I have a good friend who still loves us even though she sees our imperfections. For some reason, I don't want to forget these crazy days. I know someday I will look back and my heart will ache for my little ones to be little again. So I'm trying to cherish these moments, as crazy as they may be.
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