Polly Pockets

A few hours ago, after working for a while on refinancing my house and searching real estate listings for investment properties, I decided that I had been in front of my computer for way too long and I would much rather play with my kids. Here's how it went.

Daniel is our youngest. He's just a year old and he's easy to make giggle. I was making him laugh for a while, as I sat on the recliner in the living room. Andrea brought me some coffee and cookies to snack on (I should have resisted, but I didn't). From that point on, Daniel cried hysterically and begged me to share the cookies with him. I gave him some, but he wasn't satisfied. I actually got quite annoyed with him because he wouldn't pipe down. End result: Andrea scooped him up and put him to bed.

Jay is our middle child. He will be 3 next week. Jay loves to wrestle, so we did that for a while. He gets wound up rather quickly and began slapping my legs until it stung. I thought it was funny, so I let him keep doing it. Once the skin on my legs became completely dulled, I decided it would be fun to knock him down as he lunged at me. He ran and I pushed him to the carpet. He thought that was funny so we did it a few more times. On the seventh try, he bumped his back on a piece of furniture. End result: I worked hard to make him laugh so he wouldn't cry. Then Andrea scooped him up and gave him a bath.

Hannah is our oldest. She'll be starting kindergarten in September. She invited me to play "Polly Pockets" with her while Jay was getting a bath. In case you aren't familiar with this toy, I'll clue you in. Basically, you try to dress tiny little dolls with very small rubbery dresses, gloves, shoes, purses, etc. It's a pain. I have no clue why she likes this so much. I tried to dress the Snow White doll with some of the accessories, but it was torture, so I gave up. Hannah tried and ended up pulling Snow White's head off. At that point she said, "Her head comes off easily. That just happens sometimes." By this point, Jay had finished his bath and wanted to see what we were doing. He stood in horror as I tried to re-attach Snow White's head. Thankfully, her head snapped back into place after a few very awkward tries. End result: I left Hannah's room to return to this computer and I have renewed my childhood vow never to play with dolls again.