Goofballs

Every day this week I've come home from work with pictures on my phone that make me laugh myself to sleep - pictures of a certain two little faces that I'm growing to love more and more every day. This morning, when I woke up at 7 a.m. to go to work (they have vacation the next two weeks, so I'm with them 8:30 a.m. to 7:30 p.m. every day), I realized I was actually looking forward to going to work and seeing them. I genuinely have fun with them. So far this week we've painted mini pumpkins; had bubble blowing contests with random kids at the park; ridden their new scooters up and down their street four times in a row with a total of only four crashes, one of them being me as I fell flat on the sidewalk rescuing Josephine from hitting a dumpster; made American-style banana pancakes together (which was a little bit of a mistake because now Josy wants to help me cook every meal, and a 2-year-old's version of "helping" is anything but...). I get exercise, fresh air, and I have to no choice but to be playful and practice patience all day long. I genuinely love this job. Obviously it's just an in-between kind of job before I start my real career, (I've started looking around for some writing opportunities), but I'm so lucky to have an "in-between" job that I actually like.

I admit by 6 p.m. I'm reallyyy tired of hearing my name (Pel-ee-see-ya! PEL-EE-SEE-YA! PELEESEEYA?!), but I'm still happy to see their faces in the morning and when I pick them up at school and they literally jump into my arms. How could you not smile at faces like this...?

Modeling his prized collection of hillbilly teeth

"Monsieur Potat"

"Feleeseeyaaa! I put gel in my hair."
"Wow, Gabi! It looks...tres beau...!"
(Thank God this was right before bath time)