date: Sun 28 Jun 2026 10:07:12 PM PDT
subj: attack of the little girl
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Its about 8:30 PM which is bedtime. Children traumatized also
know as brushing their teeth. The trauma is more on the parents
side. Our children cry like we are pulling their teeth, but as
soon as we stop brushing their teeth they are instantly back to
being happy little people.

As the happiness resumes, as good as it can for tired little
people, or shale I say tired dad, I announce five more minutes
until bed. Nobody really cares. Not my little boy, not my little
girl, and not my beautiful wife. Its still playtime and there is
a lot of fun to be had right now. Our little boy has his hands
Sesame Street, smart pad. A toy with lots of buttons to press.
Mom got it at the town garage sale for a dollar.

Our daughter has a little kids radio for 50 cents at the same
garage sale, and she has just ditched it for her astronaut doll
between the cribs. She stands up, lets go of the crib, mom puts
her hands out and says come on you can do it. Our daughter takes
three steps into mom's arms. Mom tells her good job and gives
her a  hug. Our daughter is starting allow hugs and kisses from
mom and dad. She moves back to the crib,  drops the doll, while
holding her brothers crib with one hand she grins at mom and
lunges at her. I can't believe what I'm seeing here.  Then she
moves back to hides behind the crib and peeks through the slats
of the crib. She can see mom through the slats, but to her she
still hiding. She then steps out from behind the crib lunging
toward mom. Mom realizes our daughter is trying to surprise her.
Mom acts surprised, our daughter begins to laugh and then moves
back behind the crib to hide from mom. She pops out from behind
the crib, as mom pulls back with surprise, our daughter moves
forward to get her, then stops short, not knowing how exactly
how to get mom, but still she is having a great time.  She
laughs. Our son, joins in laying belly down on the carpet, with
his hands tucked under his legs, facing away from mom and
sister. Then when he is discovered by dad (me), gets up, stands
braces himself against sisters crib, and as sister pops out from
in between the cribs to surprise mom again he throws himself
onto the carpet hiding.

This was one of those moments of gold. No camera, no video
capture, just joy and laughter, and awe to experience, our
babes, doing things not done before. 


Earlier I chased our little boy around the living room and
kitchen while our little girl ate dinner.