BUT, the fireflies are out and I realized that I like kids. I used to hate babysitting, and I was never one to offer to hold your baby or try to make your kids laugh. I all but ignored friends' children feigning interest in their particular idiosyncrasies and developments. Now for a while, I have been fascinated by my own children and loving every minute of their particular ways, but I thought today about my attitude adjustment about other people's kids. I have felt this way for awhile. They are all interesting and imaginative and intrigued by life. They are so small and innocent and learning....Kids are cool. I will probably try to make your kid smile just for my own enjoyment when I see them. I will be honored to hold your baby, and I may even tear up a bit out of joy or sadness when I hear about the trials and tribulations of your little ones.
As summer chugs on we are wasting time winning t-ball games (O may even get his first trophy ever), splashing in the water, and teaching Spanish to anyone with moo-lah (that's not Spanish by the way).
Two random thoughts: I think making a shirt for a two-year old in which the zebra, rhino, and leopard prints are upside down so they can see it when they look down, is well, intuitive, child-centered, and smart.