Riding the Special Bus, the Wheels Upon Which Went Neither Round Nor Round

The snow is gone, save the old piles that Ryan still likes to kick with his little shoes, but we're still ending January on a cold note. Today we were invited to Ryan's friend Oliver's third birthday party at his house, and his parents had arranged for The Fun Bus (TM) to park in the driveway. It's basically a gymboree on wheels, with standard Excitable and Engaging Lead Dude coupled with Obviously Not Glad To Be There Trainee Dude Who Probably Has To Drive and Clean Up Spittle. They ran, bounced, swung, shot little baskets, rocked in a doughnut, hung from chains, and then went down a slide out the back door, all with raucous kiddie music blasting through the speakers. Back in the house, there was a few-minute period when I was in the romper room with about 8 kids under 4. Ten years ago? Would have felt overwhelmed, uncomfortable. Now? I'm Solomon, telling kids to share things or I'll take them.
Maybe that wasn't Solomon. Who was going to slice the baby in two?
Need to get back to Sunday School.

I got Erin back to sleep once in her crib, but when she woke up again, I brought her downstairs, thinking she was all done, but she actually crashed again in my arms in the chair -- sadly, away from the remote, so when my movie ended, I had to sit and watch all the credits, then wait for the tape to run to the end and then watch whatever was on that particular channel (end of U.S. Marshalls, the first 30 minutes of "Die Hard With A Vengeance").