We’ve had a lot of snow and ice this winter. As I’m writing this, more is headed for the Philly area. But this past weekend was glorious for February, with highs in the 50s and a fair amount of sunshine both days. It was a brief glimpse of the spring weather that should be upon us within the next few weeks. In theory, the daffodils will be up within the month. I hope!
For us, it was also a glimpse of what life may be like with big kids. We’ve had babies around the house for 6.75 years now, but my 2-year-old daughter recently crossed the mark of how old my oldest was when my second child was born. In other words, this is the oldest my youngest kid has ever been! She’s still in diapers, and she’s also unpredictable. Sometimes she decides to run herself a bath, or put diaper cream all over her stuffed animals and dolls, so if she’s disappeared for a while, it’s a good idea to check what she’s up to. Nonetheless, she isn’t a baby anymore. So we start to be able to do big kid things.
On Friday night, I was in New York at an event so my husband took the three kids to the Lego movie. They all ate their popcorn and watched the movie. Disaster did not ensue. This is a major step.
On Saturday morning, we slept in until 8:30. This is also a pretty spectacular sign that the kids are growing up. Our late rising meant we almost didn’t have enough time to make it to the pancake breakfast fundraiser we wanted to hit at the Tyler Arboretum. But we loaded everyone in and went and learned how maple syrup is made from tree sap. All three kids watched with some level of interest. We made it to the YMCA in time for the two boys’ basketball games. Kids’ sports — another sign of big kid-dom.
That evening we were feeling adventurous, so we went out for Mexican food at Uncle Julio’s, which just opened up at a nearby mall. Yes, they have crayons and kid menus. It wasn’t a completely relaxing dinner, but this was largely because my 6-year-old kept kicking me and asking to see my phone. We didn’t have to race out of the restaurant because someone was screaming. I actually enjoyed my margarita instead of sucking it down. This is progress.
We still have many little kid moments. All car trips involve buckling three kids into car seats and booster seats. Any given morning can feature someone crying. But sometimes milestones turn out to be more about process than discrete events. I saw this past weekend that we are deep into that process.
And hopefully spring will be here for sure soon.
Photo: Courtesy my 6-year-old, taken out of the backseat of the car on the way to the Arboretum