Almost all of my close friends around here either have kids, have one on the way, or are trying to have kids. My two closest friends currently have five kids between them. Beth has three girls, Emily, Nebraska, and Norah (who are twins), and Lacy has two boys, Rowdy and Gradynn. Lacy and Beth are sisters-in-law...Beth is married to Lacy's brother Billy, and Lacy's husband's name is Greg.
We spend a LOT of time with them, and I love them and their kids dearly. They are some of my favorite people in the world! We never fail to have fun...especially when we can shoo the men away to go outside or over to Mark's shop, if we are at our house.
Emily and Rowdy were born within 8 days of each other, and are currently 2 years old. These are two of the funniest kids I have ever met, and they both have enough personality to fill an entire house. The stuff that comes out of their mouths absolutely cracks me up. I'm sure once their siblings are old enough to talk (Nebraska and Norah are right at 3 months old, and Gradynn is about a little over a month old), we will never get a word in edgewise!
This past Thursday, I invited the whole gang over for dinner. Rowdy and Emily were wound up and acting like their crazy, silly, little selves. I love it! After dinner, they were getting a little bored, so I got some toilet paper rolls I had been saving for another lady, and gave them to Emily and Rowdy to use as binoculars (which they proceeded to call either "oculars" or "oggles"). I asked them what they saw and Rowdy looks down my hallway and exclaimes "I see a polar bear!" Where he got that, I have no idea, but it was hilarious. He then says, "He's gonna eat me!" At this point, Emily comes running at me with a complete look of terror on her face. She was scared to death of that imaginary polar bear! Rowdy yells again and says he is coming closer. I told them we would have to scare it away!
Emily did not like this idea, so I picked her up and walked over to where Rowdy was standing, looking at the "polar bear." I looked at Rowdy and said, "We have to roar at him to scare him away!" I then proceeded to demonstrate the roar. It was loud and filled with hand gestures. Rowdy proceeded to copy me in my roar. I wanted Emily to do it, so that she would no longer be scared of the polar bear. After Rowdy and I roared a few times, I told Emily to do it. She took a HUGE breath and roared so loud I think it shook the kitchen cabinets. I was impressed! I then proclaimed, "We did it! We scared away the polar bear! Yayyyyy!" Not only had we scared the polar bear, but Emily had overcome her fear!
In my naivety, I thought the game was going to be over. We had effectively scared away the polar bear. (If you know 2 year olds, you are laughing at me right now, because you know that it's not over) I had just sat back down in the chair when Rowdy yelled, "The polar bear's back!" ::groan:: And of course, they can't scare it away without Meghan! So I go back over there, and we roar again....and again. When Rowdy said the polar bear was back for a third time, I said, "Let's shoot it!" So we break out our thumb-and-pointer-finger-guns and proceed to shoot the polar bear about 20 times. "Woohoo!" I yelled, "We killed it! No more polar bear!" I sat down again, and Rowdy and Emily yell, "It's back, it's back!" Curse that darn polar bear. Why can't it just die? So we shoot it again...and again...and again. Are imaginary polar bears like cats? Do they have nine lives? Apparently, they do.
Thus, our game continued until Billy walked in. I said to Emily, "Tell Daddy about the polar bear!" And so Billy had to scare the polar bear, then shoot the polar bear, and I was relieved of my polar bear fighting duties. Whew!
There is never a dull moment with those two! And I am amazed that, as little as they are, how smart and creative they can be. I didn't know 2 year-olds could make up imaginary polar bears and play for an hour on something they completely made up. It really is amazing to me!
Shortly after our polar bear game, I was nominated to the be a "horsey", so Emily and Rowdy could ride...I'm sure you can imagine how that went!
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