Ah, the toddler years

We just got back from a fun camping trip with families from Rex’s pre school. Rex is part of the “cool Senior set”  4 and 5 year olds who are all about to chuck the sand box for long hours of structured learning.  Oh, they have no idea what a buzz kill that will be.IMG_0670

I have bagged the trip before because it always falls on my birthday ( thanks, thanks), but because it’s our swan song we went.  So glad we did.  Great time, great people and being sung to by a campfire as I look up at stars ( non existent in LA) is a nice way to bring a new year in.  Though why I  had to hear so many times “29 again?” Chortle, chortle.  Hey, why is it SO funny that I would be 29?  Do I look THAT bad?

One bummer was that oddly NOT ONE family had an older sibling Viv’s age.  There was on 7 year old boy, but different universe.  Not one older sister.  Note, to self, if we go again kidnap a third grade girl for the weekend, “don’t worry, we will take care of her and bring back on Sunday.”

family and llamasLOTS of people with little kids.   I loved holding the occasional baby.  That sweet new human smell they have is like NOTHING else.  It’s a primal connection.  Nature knows what it is doing.  I whiff that and I would take that child in and make them my own if needed.  HOWEVER, all the toddlers, 3 year olds only made me pat myself on that back for demanding my husband get a vasectomy. Seeing so many people trying to reason, cajole their 2 and 3 year olds gave a tiny bit of glee.  I don’t have to deal with this ( much) anymore.

The irrational, no reason, OCD, crazy people that rule you.  No thanks.  My fiver old is no walk in the walk.  I don’t want to go through that again.  So, I looked for a snap shot of when I was in that mode.  When all you can do is crack up, or find the comedy.

But, Gosh, look at those curls!  Sniff, sniff.