Toddler Song

I suck. I did not take one photo.

CT, however, has come to our rescue! He took that photo in August, and I would say it's quite representative, though last night we all three were wearing sweaters and pants instead of bare limbs.

From the moment I ran into Greg, Fiona and Ruby at Raw Sugar, it was go go go. We got back, I read a story, one girl on each leg, their heads tucked under my chin. They had a bath, during which they got mostly clean. Ruby took over the watering can. “I'm a cat, I giving myself a bath. I washing. Look Megan. I washing. I'm having a bath. Not very often. I'm Freya.” Fiona turned the pages of her bath book. “Look Megan. Shark. Crab. Submarine. Crab! Look Megan. This is a crab! Crab!”

We got their diapers and pyjamas on. We read three stories, Ruby on my lap, Fiona, being Freya, nuzzling my arm and meowing. Ruby turned the pages. “I help you read. Look Megan. I helping you read.” Fiona said, "Megan look. Look at the lovely end papers." The children of librarians, indeed.

After that, the inmates ran the asylum for a while. It's a bit shocking when you realize you're getting played by a 2 year old. And well enough that it takes you 10 minutes to work your way out of it. They did a bang up job of brushing their teeth, and then I sang the two of the three kids' songs I know: Frère Jaques and my ABCs.

Sadly, I don't know Foxy Woxy, which was the request of the night. When I admitted as much, both girls hastened to reassure me, telling me it was a new one, and recapping plot highlights. I promised I would learn it for the next time.