Clearly they've been so harmed by the apparent neglect.
We did get out to the children's museum, compliments of a great Christmas gift, and in some ways I felt like I was being introduced to my children again. I forget that they're growing and evolving little humans, that they change, or that their perspectives widen. And after months of subsisting through life, this little museum adventure allowed me to meet the toddlers who had grown into little kids over the course of the fall.
I realized it when we rounded that first corner and Judah encountered his first "real" dinosaur. It's one thing to pretend you're a dinosaur every night when you get your pj's on, it's another thing to run up and roar at the first life size dinosaur you've ever seen.
He second guessed himself moments later but eventually came back around to marvel at the monstrous creature. It was like he had met his hero.
My little man Judah and I got to run through a little experiment that involved crushing candy with a hammer. He was in heaven. And he kept me on my toes a time or two in promptly responding to the instructions I was reading aloud to myself.
Flasks of hot water shouldn't be shaken without lids, Judah. And when did you start paying attention to the things I say...
It was a fun day to see the kids explore and have a change of scenery for once. My brother and sister, who are now living a mere 30 minutes away, came and joined us. I happily allowed them to climb the fake trees and splash in the water tumblers while my pregnant self watched from the sidelines.
We ended the day shopping and eating at a perfectly plastic Grocer/Deli. The kids picked out all the correct grocery items (save the bread), and Rori perfectly made me a BLT in the exact way I had made hers only two days earlier.
These little people are such a gift. They're so much fun, and I feel like the last few weeks have been so good for us.
It's been a good re-start, and I hope my little charges agree.