It is wonderful to have three children who are very close in age. Sure, it’s often quite chaotic, but it’s a (mostly) happy chaos. The children are so close to each other. Siblings are your very first friends. Together, they have adventures. They share secrets. They have inside jokes. They have games of their own invention. That said, there is something to be said for one-on-one time. Sometimes it’s tough to get a little one-on-one time in with each of them. It can be done, but it can be tricky. Life often gets in the way.
Back when T and Leo were in school, there was one special morning each week when it was just Seuss and I. We called it “Mummy and Seuss Day” and we even had a theme song (yes, you read that correctly!). It’s stuck in my head right now, in fact.
We spent those mornings doing what Seuss likes to do. Typically, we would visit at least two of our local farms, where he is already known by everyone, including the animals (“Sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name… and they’re always glad you came!”). We would buy produce and a tasty treat, visit the animals, ride the tractors, and then hit up the library and library playground.
Mommy and Seuss mornings were special. But then school let out and vacations hit and we haven’t had one in far. too. long.
|Swingin’ like Superman.|
|He fed the fish.|
|He visited his old friend, the farm kitty.|
|He helped me pick out dinner sides.|
|We checked out all of the scales, because Seuss *loves* scales.|
|The red tractor is not his favorite, because the steering wheel doesn’t move.|
Cock a doodle doo!
|Lots of baby chicks today!|
|Pigs and piggy poop = one happy Seuss.|
|Let it gooooooo!!!|
Both T and Seuss are napping now, but in a little bit we will leave to pick up Leo. If yesterday was any indication, I’m sure he will be filthy and smiling.
|Calvin reminds me of Leo. Yesterday, Leo had green knees, a dirt-streaked face,
and a yogurt-covered body due to some sort of lunch malfunction. Classic Leo.
If you can keep your wits about you while all others are losing theirs, and blaming you. The world will be yours and everything in it, what’s more, you’ll be a man, my son.