Thursday January 31st, 2013

The exercise:

Write about a: goodbye.

Had a visit today from Kat's friends, who brought their two little girls with them (one is nearly five, the other is just over two, I think). Much entertainment to be found with those two.

Also: a definite desire to only have one of our own.

Though I've been told (many times) that will change.

I remain unconvinced.


After visiting for just over two hours this afternoon, it was time for their parents to take the girls back home to Penticton. Gracie, the five-year-old, was very vocal about not wanting to leave but was eventually convinced. Sophie, the two-year-old, was fairly quiet about it, proceeding to put on her boots and coat without much of a fuss.

Once she was all set to go out into the snow, Sophie came over to where I was sitting and gave me a gentle kiss on my forearm. Then she went over to Max (who was feeding), kissed him on the head, then gave Kat a kiss on her arm as well.

Seeing this, Gracie came over and gave me a hug and a kiss on my arm, then went over to do the same to Max and Kat.

Not to be outdone, Sophie decided she had to have the last kisses goodbye. So she came over and gave each of us one more kiss: arm, head, arm. Thankfully their parents got them out the door shortly afterward or that loop might still be running now.

Either way, it was just about the cutest and sweetest thing ever.


Greg said...

A daughter as well? Two kids are probably not too much worse than one to look after when they're young, but I'd suggest that three is where it starts getting difficult. At least, that's based on being the eldest of three and having a brother-in-law with three kids :)
The ones who visited you sound lovely, if perhaps a little over-competitive with each other!

Sorry this is only short today, it's been another one of those days :-/

"Good wine, good meat, good God, let's eat." Father O'Thomas paused, and then lifted his head.
"Father!" The whisper carried urgency, and was accompanied by a dig in his ribs. Pained and surprised Father O'Thomas looked at his verger.
"What?" he whispered back.
"This is a funeral," hissed the verger. "and you've just said grace!"
"Oh bugger," whispered the priest. "I don't suppose he ate a lot while he was alive, did he?"
"She was anorexic and it was the cause of her untimely death!"
"We're gathered here to say goodbye," said Father O'Thomas, utterly failing to keep the snigger from his voice. "And we must each do that in our way...."
The sound of the verger's palm striking the verger's face could be heard right at the back.

writebite said...

nice photo marc!
this one is a bit late...

The Goodbye (dwp)

It’s always entertaining when Toddler visits Nana’s house. Toys are scattered, crayon scribbles fill reams of paper and the fridge is raided for special snacks he only has at Nana’s.
Toddler gets busy with certain rituals that fill his visit - echoes of how the real world already impacts own his own. He hops on his trike - his “car” - and goes to work.
“Bye-bye, work,” he announces, which amounts to scooting around the furniture at full speed to the bathroom where he does an inventory of all the rubber ducks lined up on the bath tub. 
Then comes “bye-bye, shop,” which means riding around the dining table and then into the laundry where he picks up imaginary items off the shelf, holds them in his little fist and delivers them to Nan. 
After, it’s “bye-bye, Doctor,” which means scooting down the hallway and back and he announces, “sore, better,” having already understood the role the medicos play in our lives.
Finally, after a few hours of play, it’s time for him to go home. He gets tucked into his carseat, clutches a toy, and starts waving frantically.
“Bye-bye, wahwoo!”
(Bye-bye, love you!)
It doesn’t get better than that!

Marc said...

Greg - I'm the youngest of three, so I have no idea what you're talking about :P

Haha, can't stop laughing at the utter inappropriateness of it all :D

Writebite - my goodness, no I imagine it doesn't. What a fantastic imagination :)