Get the babies!

The girls and I were playing a game where they had to run past me without getting caught or else they would have to "pay the price" of being tickled.

There is nothing quite like the look of anticipation on their faces -- I'm smiling into some cheek pain just thinking about it. Lizzie can't always take the intensity or lack of control. She loves the thrill of being chased but gets overwhelmed and kind of embarrassed when caught. She does this smiling/upset thing and the game has to stop before it goes all the way into full on tears.

She is that way on a lot of things, say - if she dresses up all fancy like a princess -- part of her wants to be noticed and appreciated and part of her doesn't know how to handle the adoration. My own little Johnny Depp or one of the reclusive stars of old.

Winnie comes in eyes wide -- she circles close enough to guarantee capture -- her only stipulation, "NOT THE ARMPITS! NOT THE ARMPITS!".

I also threatened to eat an arm, an ear, or a flower off their shirt. From across the room, standing on the couch with palms together and tapping her fingers with nervous delight, Lizzie asks (hollers out), "What's next on the menu?! Am I on the menu?!" --big, big anticipating eyes.

I friggin love my kids -- I got the very best ones.