pout

• We went for a nice walk in Mundy Park this afternoon.  Lila and George, you really love getting out into nature.  We brought some bubbles and they kept you entertained for a really long time.  
• Lila, you wanted to go deeper into the forest, but George objected.  He pouted for the rest of the time we were out.  George, you have a great little pout.  You always have.
• I am so relaxed these days.  We're nearing the end of our two week spring break.  It's the first time we have not gone anywhere or had company during a holiday.  To be honest, I was dreading it.  I like to be busy and doing things, but I've actually quite enjoyed the nothingness of our time.  George and Lila, you play together...and fight a little from the moment you wake up until you go to sleep.  Even after we put you to bed, we can still hear you talking and giggling together. 
• I went to watch daddy play hockey tonight.  I tried to talk one of you into joining me, but no dice.  As I sat there, it reminded me of the good old days back in 100 Mile.  And then it occurred to me, that one day soon (sooner than I expect, I'm sure), it will just be daddy and I again.  Will I still go and watch him play in 20 more years?  What will we be doing then?  We most likely won't have any kids at home anymore.  Will I be lonely?  I didn't feel lonely sitting there watching him, but I also knew that I had a houseful of people to return to.  It was an interesting thing to ponder.