Mazie and her best friend played rocketship at Wiggle Time today. They pretended they were on the moon, and then got out and explored. They found dinosaurs.
Vivian's favorite thing today was beginning a book called, "How Santa Claus Got his Job." She didn't finish, so she's not sure yet how Santa got his job.
Tonight we laughed and laughed about animals getting confused. There is nothing like an incongruity to make Mazie shoot milk out of her nose. If you see a picture of them laughing, it's because they usually are laughing. Presently, I am relishing their little-girlness. Their thoughts have little self-consciousness and no feminine competition in them. May they never acquire these.
Shirley gave our family an Elf on the Shelf a few years ago, and I am currently making ample use of it to surprise the girls with little pre-Christmas treats. I know they know it's me...but they absolutely don't let on. Amazing.
This is a sweet slice of time - the girls are still girls. Little girls. I know we're on the cusp of something larger, more independent, more complex. May it be at least this wonderful.
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