little love

Sometimes, my heart just breaks when I look at my girls. They are spectacular! I often fear that I am wrecking them. I wish that I could move my family to the moon to keep them safe from everything that could harm them. Love is a funny thing.

are you there? can you hear me?

Yaya has taken to shouting at the world. She is not subtle. For example, tonight she trotted her little footy-jammied self out to the middle of our lawn. She spread her arms wide and shouted at the Easter Bunny.

"Easter Bunny! EEEEEEEAster BUNYYYYYYYY! Why don't you ever let me see you? Where are you. Come out right now. Come out and see me. I want to meet you!"

She is shouting at the top of her lungs.

In her jammies.

Outside.


Her sister, Noni, walked outside to try to talk her down.

"Yaya. That's not the way it works."

"But I am asking nicely. HEY! BUNNY. GET OUT HERE. YOU SHOULD LISTEN THE FIRST TIME SOMEONE ASKES YOU TO DO SOMETHING!"

"Yaya. We're not supposed to see the Easter Bunny. It's kind of the rule."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Oh."

(Pause)

"Do you think the Easter Bunny will still come to our house?"

"Yep."

(Pause)

"'K. Let's get a snack."

Two nights ago, Yaya was shouting out the window to God. It was too cold. She wanted him to do something. He should listen the first time.

Can you imagine what the neighbors are thinking?