:: Silence from the living room. “What are you doing in there?”
“Nothing really. Just pretending your lipstick is really important medicine we need a lot of.”
:: Andy and I madly cleaned our home one night to show and I said to Margot and Ruby, “I need your help.” They both stared wide-eyed and ready. “Can you two please play right here and not make a mess for 30 minutes?” Margot thought for a sec and Ruby looked to her for the answer. She said, “Well, probably not.”
:: Last night I was gathering ingredients for dinner and I said hmm, Rubes, what else should we have? and she said OH!, raced to the pantry and returned with raisins and noodles. I told her we were having chicken for dinner and thought rice would go well. Kay she said as she ran off. I looked out the window to see she was trying to catch a chicken shouting, chickies! go! dinner!
:: Ruby has little things all to herself that, before preschool, she shared with her sister. Like, grocery shopping. She is over the moon about owning the cart. At checkout, she smiles at the checkout dude and says “ticker pease” and gets to pick her own sticker without competition.
This only-kid celebration is balanced by a achingly sweet love of her sister. She gets a sticker for Margot too and when she wakes from her naps says, “Margot cool! Go!” which actually translates to Margot school but cool is pretty dang true too.
And when we enter Margot’s classroom for closing circle, Margot shrieks for Ruby who shrieks back and runs to sit on her lap where they hug and trace each other’s faces. I want to remember that forever.
It’s the consideration that makes me swoon with mama pride. Ruby has the whole sticker bowl all to herself and wants one for Margot and Margot has school all to herself and wants to include Ruby. The bone-deep love they have for each other. It trumps everything.
Lastly, a little something I nabbed from afar. There is seven whole minutes of it, here is 27 seconds from the last night of summer:
happy day after hump day out there
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