Monday 8 February 2010

You both love the heat vents.  Lately, fights erupt over whose bum gets the most warm-air real estate - so you need to be separated (winner stays in the kitchen; loser banished 5 feet to the bedroom) in order to allow each of your bums maximum contact with the warm air.  The the furnace turns off and you're both up and moving on to the next thing.

B: You brushed your teeth with almost no pushback today.  You did homework with Daddy on the floor of the dining room - still writing your letters backwards a lot, and stroking up instead of down.  But you are trying so hard - sometimes so hard that you want to show how fast you are instead of how good you are.  Yesterday we were over Lucy's house for the Superbowl and you got to show Lucy the DoodleJump game on my iPhone.

U: You actually wore a matching outfit today (though you nearly changed 5 minutes before it was time to leave for school).  You asked for a second waffle and once again tried to get away with licking off the jelly without eating the actual waffle - you're on notice!  You found your backpack and packed your lunch and bedding in there yourself - then wore the backpack in the house for the 15 minutes before it was time to leave.  Last night you and Maisy played with the incredibly creepy 4' stuffed doll Maisy's grandma made for them.  You laid it down like it was dead, put bubble wrap over its face, spread pine needles (from the tinderbox xmas tree still up in the living room) around the body like a ritualistic barrier, and then placed random decrepit stuffed animals around it to ensure that an already creepy doll vaulted over into the disturbing zone.  I am sorry I have no photos.