For Posterity's Sake: Week in Review 87

Shortly after the house was tucked in for bed last night, Nathan proclaimed it Slumber Party Thursday, crawling circles around (and on top of) me until just after three. A mere four-and-a-half hours later, and awoke to find ourselves firmly in Friday (again). I have half a mind to crawl some happy circles of my own. After surrendering too many hours to my sinuses and the couch last weekend, I'm ready for a do-over. If the stories of this week are any indication, I think we have a smile-filled weekend in store:

Sunday afternoon, Audrey was sent to her room. When we told her she could come out, she squealed and ran down the stairs. Jason and I looked at each other, curious as to what we were in for, as Audrey rounded the corner with a pair of her black pantyhose pulled over her head, the empty legs covering her ears.

"I look like a dog!" she said.


That same day she told me, "Your chin is too big for your hole in your shirt. I think I'm going to have to cut it off you."


During almost every car ride we take, Audrey has one request: that I pass the time telling her a made-up story. Tuesday was no exception.

"Can you say 'once upon a time' with Franklin the Turtle climbing a tree with a dog. And Bear comes by and climbs the tree, too. You can say whatever you want."

"I think you just wrote the whole story," I said.

"No I didn't. I just told you what it was about."


Jason loves football and played the game most of his childhood and through high school. Now, three knee surgeries later, his football playing is limited to Madden XBox games and fantasy football leagues. Wednesday, at dinner, Audrey asked him, "What did you do as a boy?"

"I played football with Uncle Boo."

"How old were you?"

"Bigger than you, but not too much. I was probably five when I started playing football in the backyard."

"What?! You took the TV out in the yard?"


This morning, while driving to meet up with friends, Audrey asked, "Do you remember when Olivia and I played at the playground? And we played Hawk?"

"Yes." (I did remember this game. It involved the two girls pretending a hawk was circling above, chasing them.)

"And the Hawk's wings fell off and I ate them?"

"You did?" I asked. What did they taste like?"

"Chicken."


As I've been writing, Nathan has been crawling at my feet and Audrey has been looking for clothes to put on her stuffed Curious George. "Can you run and get a pacifier for Nathan out of his crib?" I asked.

Audrey took off running. "Thank you, thank you, big sister."

"You're welcome, boss."


Yes, friends, I have a feeling we're in for a few smiles this weekend, and hopefully, just a little bit of relaxation. I hope you have the same.