I claim full responsibility for it not happening. And I'm proud of it.
Peanut was helping me sort through her old clothes to see what we had for her little sister. While we sat in her room folding clothes, I said, "You know, you can snuggle with momma and daddy anytime you want."
"I know," she said.
The husband says that I sabotaged her by planting this seed in her head.
I don't even care. She can snuggle with me anytime she wants. ANYTIME, Peanut. Do you hear me?
So we are still snuggling. Although, I'm trying to keep it shorter and more to the point. But still snuggling.
We had our first soccer game this weekend. Four, 10 minute quarters, which is a lifetime for a bunch of preschoolers. At halftime, half of them, including Peanut, wanted to be done. After the third quarter, all of them did. They just wanted their damn snacks and to go home.
The entire game was basically a scrum of rugrats with a few scragglers sitting in the grass or kicking dirt. During the fourth quarter, Peanut was so over it that when the ball hit her in her legs, she didn't react. Just stood there. Also, she is about a head shorter than many of her teammates, hence why we call her Peanut.
|Pre-game. Cheesin' it.|
|Her shorts, even rolled at the waist, fell below her knees. Her short-sleeved jersey came to her wrists and I had to pull it back with a hair band to keep it from looking like a dress on her.|
In other news, Gizmo turned 5 and grew three feet, or at least it looks like that in this picture:
|Seriously. Someone tell me when she got this big.|