Snapshots

A way to preserve time. Don't you wish there were times you could do that? A snapshot, an actual photograph,  is really the only way we can, except in our memory. And if your memory is anything like mine? Well, that's not really that reliable.

I'm really bad at seeing these moments, the funny ones, the endearing ones, where you wish you could just capture time and keep it for a little while longer, and then pull it up any time you want, later. I'm usually hurrying through it, or trying to get them to be quiet, pick up toys, stop fighting.

Tonight I did, though. It's like a snapshot in my mind. A sweet glimpse of my kids just being.

Sugarland was performing "Stuck Like Glue" on American Idol. We've somehow managed to watch a little more regularly this season and so maybe the familiarity has been drawing their attention. I don't know. Either way, they were all gathered around the TV, or at least in the living room. But when this song came on, they all sat watching, then each one started doing their own little be-bop. Boots, in just a diaper, did a funky little dance that only a 2 yr old could do, arms out to the side, kicking up his feet in such a way that you want to say it doesn't go but then you see how he really IS following the beat. Cheeks, dressed as Snow White, twirled of coarse. Koko sat on the floor dressed as Juliet (of Romeo fame), bobbed her head and shook her shoulders a bit, intently watching, taking notes. George swayed his hips, tapped his foot maybe, too, as he sported his skeleton tshirt and Spiderman boxers. (Very Tom Cruise, imo. All he needed was a little floor slide. :D)

And I just took notice. Watching. Quiet.

Does it get any better than this?