Well, we made it through another weekend of trial parenting. Each time we take it up a notch, so to speak. Last weekend was no exception. We were asked to watch two delightful little ones for two nights and two days while Mom and Dad helped with a youth trip. We gladly accepted!
Highlights of the weekend included:
*a dance party to the Safety Dance, one of my favorite songs of all time
*hearing the girls sing our church's new family worship album. I'm telling you now, if you haven't heard kids sing to Jesus at the top of your lungs, you haven't experienced a true, pure blessing. I may have cried a little
*eating popsicles in pajamas on the front lawn
*eating s'mores in pajamas on the front lawn
*drinking coffee at the park while the girls played their little hearts out
*putting the tiniest piggies in the tiniest hairs on the tiniest heads
*watching the girls mimmic me and give each other pigtails! My oh my. If there's anything I'm terrified of about being a mother, it's the mimic factor. Having my kids mimic my sin back to me on a daily basis? More terrifying than anything else about parenting.
*praying every night for mama and daddy and anything else that came to their minds.
Just in case you think we had zero problems and all went completely according to plan, I have to tell you a little story. During dinner Friday night I had Little Girl in the high chair while I was cutting pizza and putting it on their plates. I hear Hubs tell her to get down and I look over just in time to see her squatting on the high chair and relieving herself while standing on the tray of the high chair! Yes, friends, our little lover girl stood on her high chair and peed. Well, we got her down, changed her, cleaned up, and life went on. It was the biggest surprise I've ever had during dinner, though!
We also noticed that it's easy not to talk to each other around kiddos. Sure, we talk. And we are around each other. But we had to consciously think about talking TO each other. Parents, any suggestions? We are definitely going to have to learn how to be parents and somehow be husband and wife all at the same time.
All in all, I would call it a success. We love the kiddos. We love being fake parents. Thanks, friends, for letting us keep your precious gems. We can't wait to do it again!