There’s something about Sunday nights. The activities of the weekend are past, and domestic chores beckon on the eve of a new school and work week–merely hours away.
I am particularly sad to see this weekend come to a close. We had a wonderfully chaotic family gathering at an indoor waterpark / resort. Although we celebrated an early Christmas with gifts, mostly it was an opportunity to simply spend some unhurried time together.
Of course, the 18 month old twin girls were the star attraction, and they took full advantage of a very appreciative audience –showing-off all kinds of tricks in addition to being naturally gifted in the adorable category.
The girls (in adorable matching swimsuits complete with tutus) were a tad overwhelmed by the loud, echoey waterpark, but eventually enjoyed splashed around in the kiddie-play area; where I got busted for taking one of them down a small slide on my lap. We also lied about Guzzy’s age (by 6 months) so she wouldn’t get thrown out of the adult-only hot tub. (Dang – we are SOOO bad ass!)
Little X1 was curious and toddled around the kiddie-area with a parent and/or adult relative close at hand. However, little X2 was a bit more reluctant to explore. She splashed and played, but with less gusto, and regularly retreated to the nearest welcoming set of arms. I had forgotten the simple pleasure of having a soggy, tired toddler snuggle in my lap. In short — It’s grandma heaven.