Most Sundays we traipse East to see my parents for dinner. My parents live with my eldest brother and family. All in, we have 6 children amongst us, Muffin being the youngest.
On the day their youngest was born, we found out we were pregnant with the twins. So our kids are about 9 months apart and have discovered in the last half a year or so how to play together.
The twins look forward to going over to Mama's house (as they call it) for a variety of reasons.
1. There is a big playground that they hit while giving us some peace to finish dinner.
2. There is a piano that they can bang around with and occasionally demand for me to play a ditty.
3. There is an extremely wide kid- friendly DVD collection and their 3 cousins are often watching a variety of stuff that the twins have not watched before.
4. They get to play with their cousins. Becca, the youngest and them will chase each other silly creating a huge racket that even my deaf father can hear
5. But generally, they bond over watching television. Whoever said that watching television was antisocial obviously hasn't seen how the kids watch television. All sorts of reactions, mostly fueled by one another.
Times like that, I feel warmed and heartened at the idea of a big family with lots of people around. But it is only for a split second before common sense kicks me in the brains and reminds me how broke, tired and pulled in different directions I feel!
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Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Infectious laughter
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