William, Lindsey, and I have our games. I can’t play Legos, they know this. I’m not so good at house and/or school (though I could play by myself by the hour growing up). They know this too. Trains? Eh, not so much. The things they can mostly count on Mom for are playing cards, reading books, going for bike rides, playing doctor, the occasional hide-and-go-seek game, and… playing spa. The last one is my favorite.
“Hey William! You want to play spa?!?!” I ask, hoping he’ll take the bait.
Not exactly. He actually loves to play these games. He has a doctor kit and Lindsey is always forced into being the nurse (I have told them time and time again, though, that Lindsey could be the doctor too. And, in fact, William could be the nurse to which he said boys couldn’t be nurses. My feminist side made sure he didn’t make that mistake again). So he gets the doctor kit out – complete with gloves I swiped from a doctor’s office one day – and they get a clipboard and they call my name. I come up to my room where they ask me what seems to be the problem: usually a broken leg or a heart issue. I have had many heart surgeries. They cut me open, stitch me up, and I go on my merry way.
Sometimes, though, we play spa. This involves my lavendar-vanilla essential oils body lotion and back-scratching and foot rubs. Spa is the best. Even better? I don’t have to suggest it. They genuinely like it (mostly because I think they like having my attention on them, therefore should I feel guilty if the attention comes in the form of a spa game? No way!). So last night, spa it was. Normally I am a drill sergeant about bed time – teeth brushed?! Check! Lights out?! CHECK! Now, MARCH! – but when I found their bedtime nearing, and my foot rub just beginning, I got a little lax. It’s not every day I visit the spa after all.
And William gives the best foot rubs.
(image: I’d like to think our spa looks a bit more glamourous than this one. And what is with the tubes?)
What a cute idea! My little sister's favourite game at the moment is called "Let's Pretend We Go To The Same Work". This usually involves her pulling out my dresses, heels and bags while she parades around in front of the mirror, haha. I might suggest playing "Spa" with her next time!
x Jasmine
i love your blog. you are such a good story teller! if lindsey + william want to play more often, i'd be happy to help. i guess it's the least i could do 😉 sounds like you're a great mom! xo!
You my dear, have hit the jackpot with these kids! PLAYING SPA! Only a GENIUS would think to come up with that game. Amazing. Foot rubs and all, I am quite certain your spa is much more glamourous.
That William is a good one!
ha! I think this is one game I would love to play over and over.
I think those tubes are big hoses to hose the nasty man feet down. That picture is all kinds of disturbing.
And I am totally jealous that you have a gazillion kids to play spa with and I don't. I need to get on it.
That is so sweet! And that picture is hilarious! You make family life seem so fun and happy. Kudos to you!
OMGosh I AM LOVING THAT PHOTO!!
The beach is in Sardinia, in Cagliari!
Poetto 🙂
I would love to play that game, so cute:)
What a great photo and post!
Have a wonderful day:)
Kisses
blogged about you and your lovely blog world today!! 🙂
dude. this is brilliant. i need to remember this for when i have kids someday. 😉
Methinks they should play spa next Wednesday…
DANGIT. I mean Tuesday. I swear I will remember and will not blow you off again.