Thursday:
The mornings of laundry day are always kinda slow as I wait for the first load to get through the washer and dryer. So, me and the kids hung out. The chair in our living room is just big enough to fit all three of us for play and snuggling. It's really cute to see Annabelle interact with Liam. She usually reaches out to him and grabs him. She pulls his hair, and her favorite, tries to take away my old cell phone that I gave to Liam. Liam doesn't like this. She doesn't care, she feels she just has to have it, I think only because he has it. At the end of the night, Phillip and I were sitting on the couch and Annabelle was flailing around my lap trying to get at his work computer that he had just shut down. Phillip, relatively annoyed, said, "What is with our kids and electronics?" I don't know! It's like they radiate with this essence that magnetically attacks little kid hands to them. Almost like anything electronic speaks to them and says, "Hey you little person...you know you want me! You know you want your little clammy fingers to grab me and spear finger prints and smudges all over my screen....go ahead, reach out and take me! Your Mom and Dad won't mind, in fact, they want you to drool eight ounces of baby spit all over my buttons, lights, batteries, etc." I truly think this may happen.
No comments:
Post a Comment