Sep 29, 2013

Pics and Haps

The weather getting colder means baths in the big tub are more appealing. Big Mac has started to sometimes sit and play instead of trying to scale the tub walls the whole time.

Big Mac gravitates toward all things machine related. He has all of Kin's old toys to play with, and just a few cars, and with no encouragement, he goes for the cars. Even with books. This little car book has become a favorite. He sometimes likes me to read it to him. But, he doesn't like me to turn the pages or touch the book. He wants to hold it, and usually not turn any pages. It's progress with the reading thing anyway.
Speaking of reading, Kins keeps begging me to buy her a Jake and the Neverland pirate ship. I told her for her birthday, but she keeps talking about it. I realized I could use this. So, She has been promised a ship when she learns to sound out words. She is applying herself now, and I bet it won't be too long with that kind of incentive.

A trip to the zoo. It's been hard going to uncontained places with Big Mac and Kins. Neither of them are great at staying close, so it's pretty much impossible unless Big Mac is in the carrier or stroller, which he hates. He despises holding my hand, and I assumed he would hate wearing a harness too, but I was wrong. He asks to put it on even at home, and it's given us the freedom to do a lot more. He's surprised me with how accepting he is of not being able to go certain directions and still enjoying the freedoms the harness does afford him. He certainly doesn't just follow along with me like a dog on a leash, but I can at least keep him from going totally in the wrong direction, and I can look around after Kins knowing that he is safe on the other end of the leash instead of hoping he won't dart off while I'm watching her for 1 second.
I finally broke down and got a double stroller other than the huge jogging stroller we have. It's just not practical to take that thing places easily, and when I bring the little single stroller, Kins always ends up wanting me to carry her while I'm pushing Big Mac. I got this stroller cheap and used, and it's working out great.
Kins writing a thank you note. I wrote the letters lightly in yellow, then gave her a dark marker to trace over my letters with. She's getting good at writing her letters. She then asked to learn to write her name. And by her name, she meant Cubby. She knows how to write her other name too.
We went to the children's museum for the first time and boy was I impressed. That place is very well thought out. It's got big cars for them to climb in, and play gas stations next to them. A huge playhouse will and elaborate kitchen. A grocery store with little carts and check out stations. Big water tables of all sizes with waterfalls, boats, floating balls that can go down the rivers, and more. Contained play area for smaller kids. Classes the kids can take including art, music, science, and more. And that's just the first floor. We haven't made it to the other floors yet. Turns out you can get a year membership for 30 dollars a person, so we signed right up. This is another example of something I wouldn't have felt like we could do before the harness. I end up not having to use it very much, but it  makes me feel more in control to just clip it on him and have it as an option for when he decides to try and run  off.

Here is Kins listening intently in a science class.

One last random pic from the fair.

Sep 27, 2013

Dance Class

Cubby, who has been going strong with insisting on being called Cubby, is enjoying dance/tumbling class.
Except for the occasional embarrassing moment.
 It was an understandable mistake, after all, the teacher also mistakes this boy for Bears all the time, and Bears was dressed in disguise (as batman, right).

They love the little game class always ends with.
 Then, run like crazy and free style dance.

Sep 20, 2013

Tooter Camera Pics

Had a little photo shoot with the Tooter's camera. I just love that thing. This collage reminds me of those 80's pics, where there would always be a somber profile, and then a regular smiling. In fact, now that I'm thinking of it, I think I have one of them of me. Yes, haha. Ok, I'm putting it below this one.
Huh. I never really thought he had my nose, but in the profile, our noses look very similar.

During our 20 minute photo shoot, Big Mac was busted on camera eating 3 different non edible items. 
 Kins was making silly faces.
And supermodel faces
Happy faces
These are my favorite of Big Mac:

Then we got a few with Daddy.
 Pure happiness here

Big Mac is always throwing unreasonable fits. I think this one may have been because I wouldn't let him freely roam the house carrying an entire stick of butter.

Sep 11, 2013

Pic and Haps

Kins is on day 3 of demanding to only be addressed as "Cubby" a pirate on her pirate cartoon. She is intrigued by all things pirate. We got a bunch of books involving pirates at the library and she is in heaven. I am to be addressed only as "Jake", even though there is a girl pirate on the cartoon. Big Mac is the girl, he may only be called "Izzy". Poor Tim is designated the bird character, I'm not sure why Captain Hook hasn't been hanging around these past few days. Here's a picture of Cubby. Kins is holding her hand up to pretend her fingers are his hair spikes.
Big Mac has become desperate to take his vitamin each day. He sure can communicate what he wants without knowing all the words. He starts yanking on your pants, yelling, "Marry me! Marry me!" which is carry me. Once he's been obliged, he leans forcefully while holding out his hand in the direction you're supposed to carry him. He says, "Bi, bi" leaning you toward the cabinet with the vitamins, then he opens the door and grabs the bottle. He gets pretty sad when you have to turn him down after he already has taken his vitamin that day.

I've been trying to get the kids out in the yard more often. We didn't use it as much as I feel like we should've for a little while.  The peacocks and turkeys from the other side of the fence kept hanging out in the yard in the morning pooping. I got grossed out by the kids stepping in huge bird poops. I tried a variety of methods to get them to stop coming over, but the one that seems to have worked, was me chasing them at top speed barking and yelling loudly. Better me than the dogs, I'm pretty sure at least one would have been taken down had I let the dogs do it. Tim laughed pretty hard at me in action. But, I haven't seen them in a couple weeks, so I may have gotten the job done. Beyond not having fresh piles of gigantic bird poop scattered liberally around the yard, the weather has been glorious. If we aren't up to anything else, we go play in the yard in the afternoons until dinner time.

Huh. Just realized my next story has to do with animal excrement too. I guess it's just that type of blog post. Well. Zeus, the cat, kept using the sandbox as a litter box. I had the sandbox on the far side of the porch from where the door is, so I wouldn't be able to see when the lid was left off the sandbox. Both kids are always going out there and pulling off the lid, so keeping it on is pretty much an impossible task. I realized, I could just put the sandbox right by the door so I could always see if the lid was on, much easier. Also, easier to keep an eye on the kids. I like those moments when I realize there is a much easier way to do something than how I've been doing it.
These kids just love the sandbox. They never seem to get tired of it. I would say they each spend at the very least an hour per day playing in it. Which is why I found it disturbing when I noticed the side of the play sand, which is advertised for child use, also warned about how the sand is known to cause cancer in the state of California. I read up on it, and it's the silica dust. And really only in sand blasting situations where someone breathes in tiny particles for hours per day. But, still, the sand we had from home depot was pretty dusty, and my kids do spend a ton of time pouring it and stirring up dust. I researched it and you can buy non silica sand, but it's a million dollars. I finally found some washed sand at toys r us. It's silica, but it has been washed of dust. It's remarkably dust free. It's about double the cost of cheapo home depot sand, but a third the cost of the non silica stuff.

When Tim and I went out on our date to Fats, Tooter took some pics of the kids. I like these of Kins. 

Sep 5, 2013

Kins likes to watch a disney pirate cartoon. She is getting into role playing and often demands that I play the part of one of the pirates, while she is captain hook. She makes a tiny little hook with her finger, and then she pulls her sleeve down over her hand. She came up with that second part on her own, I was impressed.

Kins was using some art supplies when she said, "Tangled can paint on her walls, but we shoudn't paint on our walls." (She gets this from her book based on the movie tangled). I said that was correct, so she said, "But, how can get get to her house?"

Kins is into counting to a certain number, and then you doing some certain action. For example, she will say, "I'm gonna count to 3, and then you're gonna cry." Obviously this is a discipline approach I use on her fairly often. It seems to work pretty well. I don't perse order her to cry, but she sometimes does because the event that happens upon reaching 3 is usually unfavorable. I mean, not like beating her unfavorable, just like going to her room unfavorable... just to be clear.

Tim and I went out to Leatherby's for delicious ice cream concoctions for our anniversary. Big mac stuffed his face, meanwhile, Kins mixed together the colors as if she were playing with paint. Marveling over new color creations. Dribbling fudge into her soupy, uneaten ice cream puddle to make designs. Typical. However, girl loves pickles. You know, 0 calorie pickles. The one thing she will eat an amount of that I'd call reasonable.

Big Mac informed me that he pooped this morning. Kinda nice if he starts doing this regularly, since strangely, his poops are often not very stinky and so I can not notice for awhile, which means diaper rash.

Sep 3, 2013

Pics and Haps

Kins took one of her 5 current favorite stuffed animals on our run/park trip the other day. I noticed she was holding monkey out of the stroller, and I asked her what monkey was up to. She told me that he was "just flyin'"
 Later, she had me strap him in with her for his safety. Big Mac was quite displeased. It can be rough getting back into the stroller after a stop of the park, it's hard to accept the park time is over.
 Monkey enjoyed many trips down the slide and through the tunnel. Then, when he got home, monkey told the other 4 animals in his clique all about his trip.
 We have been keeping up with the Sunday Afternoons hiking tradition. Here are a few pics from the latest one. Millcreek canyon's desolation trail up to the overlook. Kins is asleep here.
Tim has most of the good pics on his phone, but this shows the overlook a little bit.
 Another shot of sleeping Kins.
 I had an epiphany. There's no way to carry anything with me when I'm wearing Big Mac on my back... unless.... yes... unless, I'm wearing a fanny back. Oh, boy. My mother is going to be so proud. And, it worked great. I loved it.
Kins started up dance class again. She did really well for the first half hour, after that I think it was a little long for her to concentrate. During the second half, when concentration was waning, she peeked under the black curtain in the background. The instructor goes, "You don't want to look under there, there are monsters under there!" Which was a big mistake. Mass panic began among the children. Mothers had to come up, multiple reassurances made, and still, the kids were pretty skeptical of that black curtain for the remainder of dance class.
 Kins hair grows longer, but appears no longer because it just gets curlier.
 How I found the gate upon returning home this afternoon. The dogs were hanging out inside the fence still, but ventured out to say hello when I got home. They're such good dogs. Well. I think they are. I hope Howie didn't run next door and slaughter another rabbit....
 Tim and I went out on a date to Fats. We played there together 10 years ago when we were first dating, and even before that when we were just friends. We both still love to go.
 Big Mac likes to pretend to potty.

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