The kids on our block are lucky kids. There are, um, a lot of them, like about 7 that all play together, under 7 or 8 years old. There's one block mom who babysits all 7 of them (some are in school now, youngest is 18 mos) so they all know each other really well. The older ones take care of the younger. It really is our own little village here. Some of them are terrorists in diapers, because they like to run into the Obama signs that line the knee lawns.
The kids were running around on the street on Saturday, as we had our annual block party. Last year we missed most of it since we were at a wedding, but we came about 9 pm and let everyone know about the big belly. This year, the kids are screaming and laughing, and Triple S looked distraught (well, to me at least). There's two younger girls that live at the far end of the block and who arent watch by the 'block mom'. They didn't play with the other kids and were more reserved, but they are also younger. I think the one girl is about how old Serenity would be. Can't they just stay home??
Well, at least the kids are lucky, 'cause I don't know if I am.
There are three other kids on our block, 13, 15 and 16. They were all watched by their generation's 'block mom'. It was neat to see the affinity those older kids still had for her, and she for them. It is also interesting that our block has a current block mom. What a nice tradition. Way better than daycare. And she doesn't care if you are running late from work. And after the kids have been 'picked up', they are usully still running up and down the knee lawns, knocking over our signs. They don't really care if it's 5 pm or not. Terrorists in diapers....
They terrorize my heart.
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I also think things like "why can't they just stay home?". These people could be perfectly nice but the sight of pretty babies and rounded bellies can be so choking. I feel so out of place around happy families with young children.
I hope you had a little fun at the block party.
(((HUGS)))
Understandable. Totally.
I understand. Too well. I wrote a post awhile back about the little girl who lives next door, who is six months younger than my daughter would have been. There are always little girls running in & out of that house, especially during the number, shrieking & giggling. Breaks my heart sometimes.
I meant "during the SUMMER"!!! Where did that come from?!!
Sigh. I sometimes feel the same way.
Ouch that's hard. I get the same feelings, it must be natural!
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