For starters, it's rather nice to be surrounded by very special kids that know you and love you. I love being surrounded by precious little (and occasionally not so little) children. It's nice to know that I can still pick some of them up (Olivia for one...she's a hefty 7), that the B twins don't mind that I play in their hair (even though they are all of 12), and that Sarah and Isabelle are as sweet as ever.
Anyway, there are really two stories in particular that I wanted to share. Mrs. B is doing dance instruction classes after church for the upcoming "Scottish Ball" (I'm still not sure why it's called that--it's not Scottish dancing, but rather American Civil War/Folk with a few ECD dances). Well, anyway during the waltz instruction time, I caught Christopher. He's a little short stocky stinker whom I absolutely love. By now I had finally grasped the basic box step for the waltz. I asked him if he knew how to waltz and no, he didn't...so I taught him! (Or tried to teach him.) I'm sure we looked rather amusing--little blonde boy with big girl bent double waltzing quite choppily around and around, laughing, yet very concentrated on our feet. Since Christopher's arms are too short to reach my waist, he had a grip on my sleeve which I had rolled up to my elbow. Like I said, I just love Christopher!
Later, I scooped up Benjamin (Christopher's little brother--looks just like him) and exhibited the behavoir that makes me alright with a large majority of little squirts. I took him into the halls, balanced on my hip, and started half running, half-skipping down and back up again until I was so out of breath that I had to quit. I was "playing horse"--sound effects (from my large square heels) and all. Benjamin really got into it there for a bit, swinging his free arm and swatting me (not very hard, if he had, I'd have made him quit) across the front of my shoulders. After that we played "you can't catch me", combined "Mommy!! Daddy!!" (that's part of the game, you know--'yell' for mum or dad--not because the young'un really wants me to leave him alone, but to add an extra layer of complication into the "chase").
I also learned a new dance called the "Postie's Jig"...