Ending the week on a sappy note

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Last night Ben and I went out for dinner and drinks with friends who we rarely get to see. We go way back, and whenever we get together, it’s a verbal panic trying to recount everything we’ve done and seen since their last visit. “O.K. the last time we saw you was six months ago at the airport. Tell me everything that’s happened since then. What did you eat on the plane on your way home? Lets start there.”

The girls stayed at Ben’s mom’s house last night so that we didn’t have to worry about getting back at any particular time. Which turned out too be about ten o’clock. I know we really rock it hard, you’d probably have a hard time keeping up with us.

We ended up getting home in time to watch part of a Laural and Hardy DVD that my dad INSISTED we see. For the record, it wasn’t nearly as funny as promised. I’ve never been a big fan of watching two men dance around together. I think Milli Vanilli is proof enough that this entertainment model just doesn’t work. Waiting a good fifteen minutes while my dad rewound and fast forwarded the DVD to the “funny” part didn’t add to the the entertainment value either.

It was a fantastic night out with grown-ups, and not once did anyone ask me to take them to the bathroom. But then, when I woke up this morning, I felt this longing for the girls. [You have my permission to leave nasty comments regarding my use of the word “longing.”]

Don’t get me wrong it was a little slice of heaven waking-up to a quiet house. How I do love taking a few moments to myself, letting my mind wander, while waking-up to the calm. Although it can be difficult getting the blood pumping without our usual morning routine. The one where Heidi comes slamming into our room much the way Kramer used to barge into Jerry’s apartment on Seinfeld. Except Heidi’s usually naked from the waist down, screeching...I GO POTTY...I GO POTTY! The good people of the Seinfeld show had the foresight to keep Kramer clothed.

So now all I want to do is finish up this post up, follow-up on a couple of emails and go get the girls. Maybe we’ll go to the park or just enjoy the glorious weather we’re having. [Again won’t hold any nasty comments against you on the use of the word “glorious” either.]

It’s just really been sinking in lately that these baby years are almost gone. And even though somedays feel as though they’ll...NEVER...END...it’s going too fast. In the next year or so, their little bodies and squeaky voices will be absorbed into the bigger bodies and deeper voices of older children quietly waiting in their DNA.

We’ll have photos and video to remember lots of what’s happening these days. But I think it’s their smell I’ll miss the most. I still haven’t figured out how I’m going to remember that.