My Real Life

March 10, 2012

Spring has Sprung

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It may go away again, as Mother Nature seems to be teasing us relentlessly this year, however, for a few days, at least, spring has sprung in Northern Jersey.

My favorite part about spring?

Seeing these adorable little arms and legs and Barney Rubble feet in sandals:

Seeing the lankiness of this guy, all arms, legs and bones, unfettered by the sweats that he insists on wearing all winter:

Seeing this girl drop the iTouch and get excited about going outside and playing with her brothers.

Not everyone is digging spring.

SOME people can’t play outside until Mommy is done making dinner and it makes SOME people very angry.

Of course, if SOME people would learn how to walk, they’d have a little more freedom to play outside because they’ll be less likely to put everything in their mouth because they won’t be at mouth level, but that’s a post for another day.

However, overall, the windows are open, the breeze is flowing in and life is good.

January 26, 2012

Listening to Play

I was reading Rachel’s blog yesterday, and was really struck by the amount of kid-chatter she was able to write about.

And I realized, as I wrote in her comments, that one of my favorite things about the winter is being able to listen to the kids play.

The monkeys keep up an endless stream of chatter as they play with each other, and as they play alone.

It’s always struck me, because even though I was an only child, I was constantly talking, as well.

To myself, of course, but talking through play, nonetheless.

Although by the time summer rolls around, I am practically tearful with glee as I say “It’s beautiful!  Go outside to play!” I miss the chatter that goes along with their playing. I know they are still having these strange conversations that outsiders would never understand, but that they seem to understand instinctively.  They have that sibling language, where one word or sound sets off a chorus of giggles because they all remember the context from which it was drawn and it is meaningful…just to them.

When they are outside, I miss it.

I started to wonder how often I stop listening to the play and just let it become the background noise that is the soundtrack to my time at home.  I started to wonder how much I am missing when I’m not listening to the talk of play.

This winter, I want to be sure to really listen to the play that goes on in my home.  Try to decipher their language, and see what’s going on in those little psyche’s that only comes out when they play.


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