I used to get really upset about it. I'd yell. They'd cry. I'd plead. They'd ignore. It was so frustrating so I have tried to just be very present in the good hour and half-absent during the bewitching hour. Most days it works. Sometimes it doesn't. That's the truth.
The other day I sat cross-legged against the wall and let the giggles soak into my skin. Elle babbled constantly while Mya and V played dress up with their paper dolls. They mixed things up a bit by telling me secrets and jokes. Have I ever mentioned how much I love telling secrets? I taught the girls about "family secrets," and they come up with some doozies. They whisper them to each other and then to me, and for a few sacred moments we all laugh knowing no one else knows the secret.
I slipped away to grab my camera and snuck back into the room to catch some of the magic on film. They aren't the best pictures because the lighting in their room is terrible, but at least you get the picture.
Your girls are such little dolls!
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