That was some weekend, folks - three straight days of dawn-to-dusk childcare. No help at all on two of those days, and minimal help on the third. No, you haven't accidentally jumped through a URL wormhole to the other Tassava blog - that's how it went down this weekend, what with Shannon attending a conference in the Cities on Friday and Saturday and then undertaking a literally once-a-year (or worse) personal-shopping trip today.
But my god, I had a good time with the littles. With a couple minuscule exceptions, the girls were wonderful from wakeup on Friday morning all the way through until bedtime tonight (and then re-bedtime, when Julia accidentally "teared off" part of her silky and called for me so loudly that she woke up her sister). We didn't do much worth describing, since we were housebound most of the time (= terrible weather + Shannon having the car), but we had a lot of fun playing, reading, having meals, and just plain hanging out. My favorite moment was actually several moments: the dozen times or so when Julia deflated a mounting Vivi tantrum by walking up to her and asking, "Vivi, can I give you a kiss? Can I give you a hug? Do you want to dance?" Each time, the Surly One responded, "Eee-hee" /kiss/ and "Eee-hee" /hug/ and "Eee-hee" /dance dance dance/. Damn cute.
In brief, I know that I've spent some good time with the the girls when I can answer "Yes" to the question, "Do I know them better now than I did yesterday?"
Now, though, I wish I had some Scotch to cap the weekend off right. Ah, well - next time.