Little child runnin’ wild

As Jude would have said about five years ago, “Lawsy, mercy!” I have felt like a little child runnin’ wild myself the past few weeks, then Thursday, Friday and Saturday morning were little-child immersion.

Liz and Brent took Silas with them for a much-needed parental getaway, and I kept Sylvia and Jude at their house. Friday morning, when Jude was at school, Annabelle and Luke joined Sylvie and me until just after noon – and Grammy came over for a major baby fix.

Thursday morning Sylvia went with me to a meeting at work (at Esse Purse Museum) – she was friendly, quiet, well-behaved and sat at the meeting table like a big girl. I wish I’d taken a camera – having a scratched-up iPhone lens really cramps my style – it was beyond cute.

Sylvia washes up after lunch. "I can do it" is a 2-year-old's refrain.

Sylvia washes up after lunch. “I can do it” is a 2-year-old’s refrain.

The little lady who attended the meeting. She was calm and collected.

The little lady who attended the meeting. She was calm and collected.

But enough of that – it's time to ride ’em, peanut!

But enough of that – it’s time to ride ’em, peanut!

Then we hung out until time to pick Jude up at school.

Jude and Fancy - who loves to stay in when her Lolly is over.

Jude and Fancy – who loves to stay in when her Lolly is over.

Jude and Fancy make the same face. On purpose, on Jude's part at least.

Jude and Fancy make the same face. On purpose, on Jude’s part at least.

Friday morning she and Annabelle were thrilled to see each other, as always, though they alternated playing nicely, running wild together and laughing with screaming, slapping and a bit of hair-pulling – as always. They’re going to grow up as close as sisters.

The girls play quietly and lovingly – when they're not running and screaming or fighting. Moods swing swiftly with toddlers!

The girls play quietly and lovingly – when they’re not running and screaming or fighting. Moods swing swiftly with toddlers!

Annabelle told me ever so seriously that her new house (they’ll move soon) would be nice because “Syvvie can come with me.”

I taught them some dance steps and we all danced, sang and acted like lunatics when Luke was napping.

The girls wanted to take silly photos. Annabelle is obviously related to my son. I've seen this pose many times.

The girls wanted to take “silly” photos. Annabelle is obviously related to my son. I’ve seen this pose many times.

Syl's silly photo. They were quite serious about getting the silliness just right.

Syl’s silly photo. They were quite serious about getting the silliness just right. Where do 2-year-olds get these ideas??

Luke’s such a big boy now that he sat on the couch with the girls and ate a graham cracker just like them. Crazy how they just keep growing up. Right before our eyes.

Luke in his usual sweet mood. He's creeping and just about to crawl. And obviously a baby doll.

Luke in his usual sweet mood. He’s creeping and just about to crawl. And obviously a baby doll.

Friday evening Pop came over for a visit – the kids had been asking for him.  Jude and Pop made Dr. Dreadful Alien Slime drink while I gave Syl her bath. Syl, who’s turning into quite a jokester, called John “Popsicle,” which isn’t bad for 2.

Saturday morning, Papa, Brent’s dad, Bob, came to fetch the kids so John and I could go to Garvan Gardens for not-really-related-but-family Jon Gwatney’s wedding. He made Amanda Parker his bride in a lovely ceremony.

Lots of love the last few days.

The Lolly Diaries will probably be dark for the next few days. Mother and I depart Wednesday for our third major mother-daughter trip in recent years, this time to Seattle, Victoria and Yakima to visit with Kitty (and Norm, of course) and John’s mother. And to meet the new puppy, Farmboy Westley, the goldendoodle who just joined the family.

We’ve done New York for the Christmas lights and San Francisco for Mother’s 75th birthday three years ago. This will be our longest trip yet. We travel well together.

I wish her health were better, but you take what you can get.

Sylvia took this shot of Grammy – she insisted, and Grammy never noticed.

Sylvia took this shot of Grammy – she insisted, and Grammy never noticed.

Mother wasn't up too speed healthwise, but she was plenty perky in spirit on our last trip three years ago.

Mother wasn’t up to speed healthwise, but she was plenty perky in spirit on our last trip three years ago.

And get while the getting’s good. Life is short, especially when you’re always running wild.

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