Doing the Splits

I spend alot of time doing the splits.

I'll hear Little E crying, but Crazy H is clamped onto my leg with a level of tenacity that can only be compared to a crocodile bite. Or Crazy H will fall down and bump her knee, and I'll want to go and comfort her, but I'm up to my elbows in Little E's poopy diaper, and there is no graceful way to back out of that job half-done.

Josh helps, of course, when he's home. But more and more often he's away on business and I'm left splitting myself into pieces trying to keep it all together.

This weekend I was watching the girls play and I realized how much I've forgotten about their lives. What was H's favorite toy six month ago? I honestly can't remember. How much more will I forget before they're grown?

For example: Crazy H's favorite things right now are spiders and worms and witches. She asks me every morning if she can be a witch and put on her halloween costume. One day last week, I let her wear her cape to daycare and it made her day.

Also: Little E has taken to saying, "Please" for everything. It's ridiculously cute and impossible to say no to.

These are the little things I don't want to forget. So why don't I make more of an effort to write them down? The simple answer is that I'm often too busy writing about others (that is, people who don't actually exisit) to write about my own family.

So many of the little decisions we make in life are based on selfishness. Bottomline is, I need to limber up a little and do the splits more often.