There are those instances I look back on my behavior and think, "Ooh. That was some bad parenting," and I shudder a bit at what my children will be telling their therapists in the years to come. Then there are those rare moments when I think, "Hey, that was some GOOD parenting!" and I wonder a little bit how that managed to sneak out. Then there are all those times that fall somewhere in between in the murky gray area. That's definitely where this one falls.
One night last week Ree was in the tub, and I was sitting in the bathroom with her (good parenting!). Rather than interacting with her, I was reading a book (probably bad parenting). It was pretty entertaining, and I started laughing out loud. Ree wanted to know what was funny, so I decided to read it to her. (Reading aloud from a chapter book = good parenting!). Except it was a Janet Evanovich book (bad parenting). But this particular page did not contain any sex or violence (good parenting). But it did involve a monkey running loose in a nursing home and some possibly mockery of the elderly (bad parenting). But we enjoyed our time together...that counts for something, right?
I'm going to call this one a wash, but if I ever find out she has some weird prejudice about individuals living in nursing homes, or about monkeys, I will know it's all my fault. And I think I can live with that.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Noisy Boys
When it comes to talking, the boys have completely different styles. Leon never stops babbling. (I don't know where he gets it...) Most of what he says is gibberish, but there will be random phrases thrown in just for fun. While on vacation we were in the car, and the kids were watching a DVD. We went all out for the trip, and we got a portable DVD player with dual screens that attach to the headrests so that they would all have a great view of whatever mind-numbing programming we put in the player. This could be one of the smartest things we've ever done. The player plugs in to the cigarette lighter in the backseat. I was turned around talking to Ree when we hit a bump, the player came unplugged, and the screens went black. Disaster!
Leon immediately started chattering, telling me there was a problem. I heard something along the lines of, "Gebdarbadeedoobehdeekikki you broke it! debbadeedumdagebadeedun." The phrase in the middle was crystal clear. Even Ree laughed.
There was a similar outburst from him a couple of weeks ago. My mom was in town and she was dishing out food for dinner. In the middle of all the chatter Leon managed to say, "More veg-eh-tah-bulls, please." How could you not comply with that?
Meanwhile Michael didn't say anything for a long time, and I knew it was a lack of confidence, rather than a lack of vocabulary. When he was desperate, words came out clearly. One night at snack time he asked for "wah-ter-meh-lon" and every syllable was carefully enunciated so that I couldn't possibly misinterpret his demand for more delicious fruit. Another heartbreaking night in which he was in teething agony he asked for "meh-dih-cine." Also while on vacation, I caught him practicing his words in bed after he had been tucked in for the night. He was going through the list of everyone he had played with that day and he clearly named Mama, Baba, and An-doo.
Then, suddenly, about 10 days ago, he started talking. He became a fountain of words. Last week he probably used 30 new words, and this week there are more. We thought this would help with his constant frustration and moaning, but it is currently making it worse. Now that he knows that we know what he wants, he wants it NOW! But we will work through this.
Of all the things they say, my favorite phrases out of each boy are there names for each other. Although they have each said the others' name, they prefer to use other phrases. The other morning the boys were getting in their high chairs for breakfast. Leon sat down first, and he wanted to make sure I didn't forget Michael. So he pointed to Michael's chair and said, "Other boy." Yes, I would get the other boy. Last night in the tub I asked the boys who wanted to get out first. Michael pointed at his brother and said, "That one." I confirmed he wanted Leon to get out first, and Michael nodded his head so vigorously up and down I thought he was going to get whiplash. "That one" it was.
Leon immediately started chattering, telling me there was a problem. I heard something along the lines of, "Gebdarbadeedoobehdeekikki you broke it! debbadeedumdagebadeedun." The phrase in the middle was crystal clear. Even Ree laughed.
There was a similar outburst from him a couple of weeks ago. My mom was in town and she was dishing out food for dinner. In the middle of all the chatter Leon managed to say, "More veg-eh-tah-bulls, please." How could you not comply with that?
Meanwhile Michael didn't say anything for a long time, and I knew it was a lack of confidence, rather than a lack of vocabulary. When he was desperate, words came out clearly. One night at snack time he asked for "wah-ter-meh-lon" and every syllable was carefully enunciated so that I couldn't possibly misinterpret his demand for more delicious fruit. Another heartbreaking night in which he was in teething agony he asked for "meh-dih-cine." Also while on vacation, I caught him practicing his words in bed after he had been tucked in for the night. He was going through the list of everyone he had played with that day and he clearly named Mama, Baba, and An-doo.
Then, suddenly, about 10 days ago, he started talking. He became a fountain of words. Last week he probably used 30 new words, and this week there are more. We thought this would help with his constant frustration and moaning, but it is currently making it worse. Now that he knows that we know what he wants, he wants it NOW! But we will work through this.
Of all the things they say, my favorite phrases out of each boy are there names for each other. Although they have each said the others' name, they prefer to use other phrases. The other morning the boys were getting in their high chairs for breakfast. Leon sat down first, and he wanted to make sure I didn't forget Michael. So he pointed to Michael's chair and said, "Other boy." Yes, I would get the other boy. Last night in the tub I asked the boys who wanted to get out first. Michael pointed at his brother and said, "That one." I confirmed he wanted Leon to get out first, and Michael nodded his head so vigorously up and down I thought he was going to get whiplash. "That one" it was.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
CSA Update
So back when we began our crazy CSA endeavor this year, I had these visions of my family spending the summer eating wonderful healthy meals made out of our fresh organic produce. These would be the kind of amazing meals that you see featured by those bloggers who photograph every step of the cooking process in lovely, mouth-watering, high-resolution detail.
I don't know what I was smoking.
If this particular endeavor had occurred before kids, I would've labeled it a failure. A complete and total disaster. However, kids have taught me not to be so hard on myself since I'm pretty sure I haven't accomplished a single thing I set out to do in the last four years. So instead of this being a failure, we will call it a learning experience. Here are some of the things I learned.
I hate greens. Really, I do. Collards taste all right cooked up in bacon grease with little chunks of bacon mixed in, but I really don't want to mess with them every day. Or even every year. We got a ton of them at the beginning of the season, and they were a big ol' pain in the heiny. The preparation process would start with me hosing the mud off them outside, then I would have to rinse them inside. And dry them in towels. And repeat about 18 times because I could never get all the sand out of the greens. (Our soil is sand and not dirt.) Then I would have to cut each stupid leaf to remove the stem. Finally, about five hours later after all of the interruptions from the kids, dogs, and life in general, I would be ready to cook them. The cooking part wasn't so bad, and the smell of bacon is always heavenly. But they just didn't seem worth the effort.
There is such a thing as too much zucchini and watermelon. Seriously.
The problem with organic produce is the bugs get it. And it needs water. There were a lot of weeks with a lot of bugs and no water that resulted in us getting really small boxes of produce. Given the amount of work associated with greens (and with salad mix, which wasn't a whole lot better) I wasn't all that sad. I hate to throw food away, and it happened a couple of weeks when I just couldn't make time to use it all (and one week when I started turning green myself just looking at the turnip greens). But it did give me a much better appreciation of the challenges of being a family farmer and how difficult it must be to stake so much of your livelihood on the forces of nature.
We also learned that Leon likes turnips. A lot. He will eat them raw or cooked, alone or combined with other foods, solid or mashed. And without this experience we never would've tried turnips. If we just came out a little braver, it was worth it. Maybe.
I don't know what I was smoking.
If this particular endeavor had occurred before kids, I would've labeled it a failure. A complete and total disaster. However, kids have taught me not to be so hard on myself since I'm pretty sure I haven't accomplished a single thing I set out to do in the last four years. So instead of this being a failure, we will call it a learning experience. Here are some of the things I learned.
I hate greens. Really, I do. Collards taste all right cooked up in bacon grease with little chunks of bacon mixed in, but I really don't want to mess with them every day. Or even every year. We got a ton of them at the beginning of the season, and they were a big ol' pain in the heiny. The preparation process would start with me hosing the mud off them outside, then I would have to rinse them inside. And dry them in towels. And repeat about 18 times because I could never get all the sand out of the greens. (Our soil is sand and not dirt.) Then I would have to cut each stupid leaf to remove the stem. Finally, about five hours later after all of the interruptions from the kids, dogs, and life in general, I would be ready to cook them. The cooking part wasn't so bad, and the smell of bacon is always heavenly. But they just didn't seem worth the effort.
There is such a thing as too much zucchini and watermelon. Seriously.
The problem with organic produce is the bugs get it. And it needs water. There were a lot of weeks with a lot of bugs and no water that resulted in us getting really small boxes of produce. Given the amount of work associated with greens (and with salad mix, which wasn't a whole lot better) I wasn't all that sad. I hate to throw food away, and it happened a couple of weeks when I just couldn't make time to use it all (and one week when I started turning green myself just looking at the turnip greens). But it did give me a much better appreciation of the challenges of being a family farmer and how difficult it must be to stake so much of your livelihood on the forces of nature.
We also learned that Leon likes turnips. A lot. He will eat them raw or cooked, alone or combined with other foods, solid or mashed. And without this experience we never would've tried turnips. If we just came out a little braver, it was worth it. Maybe.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Monkey Men
The kids love to go grocery shopping with me, and generally they are pretty good. Michael does believe that our Harris Teeter is a buffet, and he tends to moan (loudly, I might add) anytime he is not chewing while we are in the store. Thankfully, they accommodate him well and there are generally samples of fruit in the produce section and meat, cheese, and a dessert near the deli and bakery. There are also always sugar cookies, and I've learned to also take snacks in my purse for him. As long as his mouth is full, he is quiet.
Interestingly, this only applies to Harris Teeter. If we go grocery shopping at Walmart, he is content to sit in the cart. He may want to hold something, and possibly chew on the box (between the boys I inevitably always have to pay for a box or two that looks like it has been attacked by a rat), but he won't throw a temper tantrum like he does at Harris Teeter if he is denied food.
A couple of weeks ago we went shopping at Walmart after breakfast, and by the time we got home, the boys were hungry since they did not snack while we were there. One of Leon's favorite activities is to empty all the grocery bags, and he loves to practice his feats of strength by seeing if he can get the heaviest items out of the bag. He mastered the extra large jars of spaghetti sauce months ago, and he's been known to get a gallon of milk off the floor, even if he can't actually walk and lift it at the same time. On this particular morning I had purchased a seven pound value pack of chicken, and this had him stumped. While he stared it down, I ran around the house taking care of a few other things with the intent of going back to the kitchen and giving the boys a snack while I finished putting the groceries away.
Suddenly I noticed it was quiet. Anyone who has ever been around kids knows that quiet is never a good sign. It either means the kids are either unconscious or else they are Doing Something They Shouldn't Do. I quickly made it back to the kitchen where I found the boys sitting side by side with a bunch of bananas between them. Michael had bitten the end off a banana and was holding it in his hand while Leon scooped out the inside of the banana for them to share. Interestingly, Leon really was sharing, and they were both snacking away. Apparently they got tired of waiting for me to return to get them a snack and decided to take matters into their own hands.
Interestingly, this only applies to Harris Teeter. If we go grocery shopping at Walmart, he is content to sit in the cart. He may want to hold something, and possibly chew on the box (between the boys I inevitably always have to pay for a box or two that looks like it has been attacked by a rat), but he won't throw a temper tantrum like he does at Harris Teeter if he is denied food.
A couple of weeks ago we went shopping at Walmart after breakfast, and by the time we got home, the boys were hungry since they did not snack while we were there. One of Leon's favorite activities is to empty all the grocery bags, and he loves to practice his feats of strength by seeing if he can get the heaviest items out of the bag. He mastered the extra large jars of spaghetti sauce months ago, and he's been known to get a gallon of milk off the floor, even if he can't actually walk and lift it at the same time. On this particular morning I had purchased a seven pound value pack of chicken, and this had him stumped. While he stared it down, I ran around the house taking care of a few other things with the intent of going back to the kitchen and giving the boys a snack while I finished putting the groceries away.
Suddenly I noticed it was quiet. Anyone who has ever been around kids knows that quiet is never a good sign. It either means the kids are either unconscious or else they are Doing Something They Shouldn't Do. I quickly made it back to the kitchen where I found the boys sitting side by side with a bunch of bananas between them. Michael had bitten the end off a banana and was holding it in his hand while Leon scooped out the inside of the banana for them to share. Interestingly, Leon really was sharing, and they were both snacking away. Apparently they got tired of waiting for me to return to get them a snack and decided to take matters into their own hands.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Saturday
Completely unexpectedly, Saturday turned into a perfect day. As Jeff said, you only get maybe 10 of those in your lifetime. I am glad I got to share mine with my family.
It started off as a regular day. I had a nightmare about Ree's upcoming birthday party and woke up at 4:30 and was wide awake. I tried to fall back asleep but the inevitable disasters of having seven creatures under one roof happened. I was finally falling back asleep around 5:30 when Michael decided to get up for the day at 5:40. I let him lay in bed and moan (he can't cry or whine like a normal child, he moans) for awhile. By 6:00, both he and Leon were crying so I got them up. After much drama, I got them out the door around 6:15, and we took a walk around the neighborhood. Leon was thrilled. Michael moaned. I cut the walk short and headed for home. When we got home, Michael screamed. Apparently going home wasn't the right answer either. When we went inside, I carried Michael straight to his high chair and started feeding him, even though the plan was to go out to breakfast. I went ahead and fed Leon too.
Those two made enough of a ruckus that it wasn't long before Jeff and Ree were up. As it turns out, everyone was dressed, and we were out the door before 8:00 for breakfast. I don't know if we've ever taken the whole crew out to breakfast before aside from eating at McDonald's while traveling, but Jeff and I had watched a special on PBS last week on breakfast places, and it just seemed like the thing to do.
We went to IHOP and got there early enough that we were able to get a table right away that was big enough for our crew including two high chairs. Ree and Leon were quite happy to look at their menus. Ree colored on hers and Leon ate his crayons. Michael started to throw a temper tantrum. I feared it was just going to be a long day. Thankfully, before too long, I was able to dig a box of raisins out of the diaper bag, and those ended Michael's moaning. I was afraid it was only a temporary fix, but miraculously, that was the last of his major meltdowns for the day.
Breakfast was fabulous, and on the way home, we discussed heading to Tospsail Island, which is about 30 miles from our house. We had never been there before, but there was a surfing competition at the beach closest to our house, so we decided it would be a good day to explore.
We got everyone into swimsuits and slathered with sunscreen and we headed back out the door. Both boys fell asleep on the way to the beach, and Ree happily looked out the window. She didn't remember driving that way before, and we drove past fields of corn and a little town she has never seen. She happily commented on it all. The boys were still asleep when we got to the island, so we drove the length of the island which includes three towns. They woke up as we were wrapping up our driving tour, and they actually woke up happy. This beach has free parking, and we were able to find a spot in a lot that has a ramp, which is a necessity for getting our crew out onto the sand.
To get from the car to the beach, the boys ride in the wagon with blankets and towels piled on them, and Jeff does his best to tug them along through the sand. I hold Ree's hand and the rest of the gear, and together we all stumble towards the water. Thankfully, it turns out, our car was probably within 100 feet of where we plopped down, so we only had to do a minimum amount of stumbling.
There were other people around, but the beach was by no means crowded, and it was a perfect place to play. We spent two hours there before we decided to leave prior to anyone having a complete meltdown.
We attempted to eat lunch at a Dairy Queen but discovered that although their menu listed hot food, they really only sold ice cream. This turned out to be a great thing because Jeff was driving and excited to explore, and we ended up at a great little 1950s style diner. The place only accepted cash, and amazingly, we had enough on us to pay the bill.
The kids fell asleep on the car ride home, and Jeff and I got a chance to just chat. Ree had been disappointed that we didn't get dessert at the diner, especially since we were seated next to the ice cream case. We decided to stop at her favorite ice cream place when we got back to Wilmington, and when she woke up, we were in the Boombalatti's parking lot. She was a happy girl.
We feared that the kids would fall apart at home, but they actually had a good evening. We had been on a crazy eating schedule (lunch at 2:30 and ice cream at 4:00), so the kids ended up eating a really late dinner. Still, we managed to get everyone to bed by 9:00. It was our anniversary, so Jeff and I then got to spend some time by ourselves after the kids went to bed. Remarkably, the kids let us enjoy that time by ourselves and weren't constantly up checking in to make sure we were still there and they weren't missing anything. Overall the day was...perfect.
It started off as a regular day. I had a nightmare about Ree's upcoming birthday party and woke up at 4:30 and was wide awake. I tried to fall back asleep but the inevitable disasters of having seven creatures under one roof happened. I was finally falling back asleep around 5:30 when Michael decided to get up for the day at 5:40. I let him lay in bed and moan (he can't cry or whine like a normal child, he moans) for awhile. By 6:00, both he and Leon were crying so I got them up. After much drama, I got them out the door around 6:15, and we took a walk around the neighborhood. Leon was thrilled. Michael moaned. I cut the walk short and headed for home. When we got home, Michael screamed. Apparently going home wasn't the right answer either. When we went inside, I carried Michael straight to his high chair and started feeding him, even though the plan was to go out to breakfast. I went ahead and fed Leon too.
Those two made enough of a ruckus that it wasn't long before Jeff and Ree were up. As it turns out, everyone was dressed, and we were out the door before 8:00 for breakfast. I don't know if we've ever taken the whole crew out to breakfast before aside from eating at McDonald's while traveling, but Jeff and I had watched a special on PBS last week on breakfast places, and it just seemed like the thing to do.
We went to IHOP and got there early enough that we were able to get a table right away that was big enough for our crew including two high chairs. Ree and Leon were quite happy to look at their menus. Ree colored on hers and Leon ate his crayons. Michael started to throw a temper tantrum. I feared it was just going to be a long day. Thankfully, before too long, I was able to dig a box of raisins out of the diaper bag, and those ended Michael's moaning. I was afraid it was only a temporary fix, but miraculously, that was the last of his major meltdowns for the day.
Breakfast was fabulous, and on the way home, we discussed heading to Tospsail Island, which is about 30 miles from our house. We had never been there before, but there was a surfing competition at the beach closest to our house, so we decided it would be a good day to explore.
We got everyone into swimsuits and slathered with sunscreen and we headed back out the door. Both boys fell asleep on the way to the beach, and Ree happily looked out the window. She didn't remember driving that way before, and we drove past fields of corn and a little town she has never seen. She happily commented on it all. The boys were still asleep when we got to the island, so we drove the length of the island which includes three towns. They woke up as we were wrapping up our driving tour, and they actually woke up happy. This beach has free parking, and we were able to find a spot in a lot that has a ramp, which is a necessity for getting our crew out onto the sand.
To get from the car to the beach, the boys ride in the wagon with blankets and towels piled on them, and Jeff does his best to tug them along through the sand. I hold Ree's hand and the rest of the gear, and together we all stumble towards the water. Thankfully, it turns out, our car was probably within 100 feet of where we plopped down, so we only had to do a minimum amount of stumbling.
There were other people around, but the beach was by no means crowded, and it was a perfect place to play. We spent two hours there before we decided to leave prior to anyone having a complete meltdown.
We attempted to eat lunch at a Dairy Queen but discovered that although their menu listed hot food, they really only sold ice cream. This turned out to be a great thing because Jeff was driving and excited to explore, and we ended up at a great little 1950s style diner. The place only accepted cash, and amazingly, we had enough on us to pay the bill.
The kids fell asleep on the car ride home, and Jeff and I got a chance to just chat. Ree had been disappointed that we didn't get dessert at the diner, especially since we were seated next to the ice cream case. We decided to stop at her favorite ice cream place when we got back to Wilmington, and when she woke up, we were in the Boombalatti's parking lot. She was a happy girl.
We feared that the kids would fall apart at home, but they actually had a good evening. We had been on a crazy eating schedule (lunch at 2:30 and ice cream at 4:00), so the kids ended up eating a really late dinner. Still, we managed to get everyone to bed by 9:00. It was our anniversary, so Jeff and I then got to spend some time by ourselves after the kids went to bed. Remarkably, the kids let us enjoy that time by ourselves and weren't constantly up checking in to make sure we were still there and they weren't missing anything. Overall the day was...perfect.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
How to Calm a Crying Boy
Sometimes the boys are just, well, such boys. For instance last night there was a meltdown in the bathroom. I have no idea why. It's hard to keep track of these things when they happen every 15 seconds, but for whatever reason, both boys were crying hysterically and Leon was running around naked and sopping wet and I was trying to subdue him before he slipped or, more likely, ran into the corner to take care of nature's business. At the same time I was trying to make sure Michael didn't fall because he was still in the tub and he was standing and he was agitated and he was starting to flail and he had already wiped out in the tub once yesterday and landed flat on his back.
Had it been Ree in this situation, well, she wouldn't have been running around naked and sopping wet in the first place. Nor would she have been flailing around in the tub. She always sat patiently in the tub and then waited for me to take her out. She still does most of the time. Meanwhile Leon, our little monkey boy, is always working on climbing in and out of the tub by himself. And there was only one of Ree. Not two crazy boys who can make a 6' x 8' bathroom (or something like that) feel like a giant cavern. Anyway, to calm Ree down if she was that upset, I would've wrapped her in a towel, given her a big hug. If things were really bad, I would've started singing. If things were REALLY, REALLY bad, a cookie or brownie would've been thrown into the equation. And the world would be back to normal.
But the boys took a whole different strategy. One involving bodily function sounds. Yes, within .3 seconds of making a farting noise, both boys stopped flailing, stopped crying, and started giggling. Within 2 seconds, they had joined in the fun. Several minutes later, they were still growing strong, and Michael realized that he could also make vomiting noises. And he thought those were hilarious!
Five minutes, and approximately 857 nasty noises later, everyone was safely dressed and out of the tub. Phew.
Had it been Ree in this situation, well, she wouldn't have been running around naked and sopping wet in the first place. Nor would she have been flailing around in the tub. She always sat patiently in the tub and then waited for me to take her out. She still does most of the time. Meanwhile Leon, our little monkey boy, is always working on climbing in and out of the tub by himself. And there was only one of Ree. Not two crazy boys who can make a 6' x 8' bathroom (or something like that) feel like a giant cavern. Anyway, to calm Ree down if she was that upset, I would've wrapped her in a towel, given her a big hug. If things were really bad, I would've started singing. If things were REALLY, REALLY bad, a cookie or brownie would've been thrown into the equation. And the world would be back to normal.
But the boys took a whole different strategy. One involving bodily function sounds. Yes, within .3 seconds of making a farting noise, both boys stopped flailing, stopped crying, and started giggling. Within 2 seconds, they had joined in the fun. Several minutes later, they were still growing strong, and Michael realized that he could also make vomiting noises. And he thought those were hilarious!
Five minutes, and approximately 857 nasty noises later, everyone was safely dressed and out of the tub. Phew.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Climbing Monkeys
We joke that my husband's primary job is making sure none of the kids need to go to the hospital. However, it's not quite so funny now that doing so is getting exponentially harder. These days the wonder twins are on a suicide mission. Kamikaaaaazeeeeeee!
They have started climbing. They climb everything. Over the weekend I found Leon jumping on the toilet one day and standing on a large pile of toys to reach the top shelf of his bookcase on the other. So, apparently now, not only can we not put things on bottom shelves, we cannot put them on top shelves either! In the sunroom, we have a dresser filled with craft supplies. It contains both Ree's nontoxic supplies as well as my paint, glue, and other really bad stuff. Jeff pushed the kids' train table in front of the dresser so the boys couldn't get to the craft supplies. Yesterday Jeff found Leon standing on the train table. Meanwhile, Michael was sitting on top of the dresser, handing down all the "good" stuff. Last night the boys were playing chicken on the futon. Loser was somersaulting off the futon into a large pile of stuffed animals on the hard tile floors. Love them!
I think it might be time to color my hair again.
Oh, and as though the climbing was bad enough, Leon has also started sneaking things. The other day he ran by me all twisted sideways with something in his arms. The little stinkpot had swiped the tissues from my bathroom (which again required standing on the toilet seat, sigh) and was trying to get them to his room where he could gleefully remove all the tissues from the box.
I must find a way to get them to use their powers for good and not evil!
They have started climbing. They climb everything. Over the weekend I found Leon jumping on the toilet one day and standing on a large pile of toys to reach the top shelf of his bookcase on the other. So, apparently now, not only can we not put things on bottom shelves, we cannot put them on top shelves either! In the sunroom, we have a dresser filled with craft supplies. It contains both Ree's nontoxic supplies as well as my paint, glue, and other really bad stuff. Jeff pushed the kids' train table in front of the dresser so the boys couldn't get to the craft supplies. Yesterday Jeff found Leon standing on the train table. Meanwhile, Michael was sitting on top of the dresser, handing down all the "good" stuff. Last night the boys were playing chicken on the futon. Loser was somersaulting off the futon into a large pile of stuffed animals on the hard tile floors. Love them!
I think it might be time to color my hair again.
Oh, and as though the climbing was bad enough, Leon has also started sneaking things. The other day he ran by me all twisted sideways with something in his arms. The little stinkpot had swiped the tissues from my bathroom (which again required standing on the toilet seat, sigh) and was trying to get them to his room where he could gleefully remove all the tissues from the box.
I must find a way to get them to use their powers for good and not evil!
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