evening babysitting with B means good times. to start it off right, you gotta get some proper bouncing in - bumpin and jumpin all the sillies out while attempting to manage the hippity-hops down the hallway. in a word - hilarious.
hippity-hops are quite a work out when you're 3 and 4 (and thirtysomething) so what better way to cool down than with a delicious popsicle...before dinner, even better!
we were all feelin' free and summery, til that big round sun dropped below the horizon. little hands covered with popsicle juice get cold quickly. G tells me "B, i'm all done now, or i need to get some gloves on."mama B cooks while the boys have many simultaneous conversations at once, which completely melt me right along with the grilled cheese i'm chefin'.
the grand finale...the boys decided to be bakers, so how could i resist, who needs playdough when you've got scone mix?! yep one boy had to go home, one boy had to go bed, and mama, got fresh baked blueberry scones.
wow, when did this happen? they are playing without me leading the way...?seattlemamacita, remember when all G said was expressed through his dancing feet and grin and ryder's response was "knuckles buddy".
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what a great night I'm jealous I missed it! To more spring evenings racing hippity hops and sucking on popsicles. Thanks amiga its so good to know that we can count on each other in a pinch. Fuel's on me this weekend :)
So fun. And so amazing to watch and learn as these little ones grow up before our eyes.
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