Charades anyone?

This weekend has been a bit of a whirlwind with squeezing in family time and letting sickies rest. #4 being on the swing of better/nearly normal #2 and #3 popped up with fevers. It really is uncertain whether that was from sheer exhaustion having VBS late every night or a bug from one or more of the many children they spent their evenings with. But the weekend moved on. We did take naps on Sat and Sun did not actually get to play at the Big Truck event.
There is one thing we did do as a family, well minus Daddy. We played charades. #2 made the suggestion but apparently my children understand a different version of this game then one I know. #1 started off by being an animal. Ok not such a bad start, but then #3 went and monkey see monkey do was an animal too. Except when we named everything possible and asked for another clue he completely changed the animal. He was a panda bear to start, ummm ok and became a lizard instead. #2 chose to be a pirate excusing herself to get a prop, a small bird for her shoulder. I chose a hunter for my first attempt taking not too long to be found out. Round 2 got even better with #2 adding a blanket for her head and body and a flower which she hid. She began using a toy driver and running around quickly making car noises. Apparently we were to guess I person driving looking for a flower shop. Huh? #3 needing props as well, except like his stories his charade was more complicated than ever. He was a tiger carrying a dead tiger (with a floor rug kind of stuffed tiger on his head)that was trying to eat us. OK it is looking like time to end this game! I can't remember what #1 did but he was totally getting into the game.
After a 3rd round we called it quits and headed to a short bike ride and swim.While in the pool #3 said something terribly innocent and sweet but for the life of me I cannot remember it. I hate it when I am not somewhere I can jot that stuff down! We had dinner, showers/baths etc and then bedtime. As I made my rounds so did #4 on her periodic attempt to be the last one awake. First, #1 who had cleaned up his room without my reminder. Next #2 where little sis had crawled in to bed. They giggled and chatted, hugged and kissed me goodnight. I promised them both after Christmas they could have sleepovers. When #4 is almost 3 she will understand to stay put I hope. I am so very glad they have each other, I do not know from personal experience but having the right kind of sister has to be so very wonderful.
Dragging #4 kicking and screaming upstairs to say goodnight to Bubba (#3) they began playing a sort of hide and seek with her running underneath and him popping over the side saying peek a boo. They also laughed great belly laughs making me stall for a bit and love the moment. Finally I shut the lights and little one tried to sleep with big bro, another promise to be spoken for days to come. Boy, that little girl is so lucky to have siblings that love and adore her. For now that emotion is anyway:)
In #4's room she requested we sing and rock. Jesus loves me is the new song to go with a few other worship songs and little sunshine. The snuggles bring tears to my eyes knowing these days, cribs and rockers are so so few in number. Dear Lord let me hold on to these lasts. In the hallway upon exit my sweet baby boy stands, wrapped in his blankie too. I scoop him up in my arms like I did when he was little too and he chats away at me. He likes to reminisce the little days and I sing to him just like I used to. He seems to nestle in to me and I am grateful he still is my little boy. Very very soon he heads to big kid world of school. I think I will do my very best to be his momma and not his mom for the short moments left. Man, they grow up so very fast!