Pre-K

Today was Naomi's first day of pre-k. She was singing as we drove: the numbers in Spanish, A Child's Prayer, Angels We Gave Heard on High, Jesus Wants Me For A Sunbeam. And then, as we are approaching to door to her class I hear it. Dearth Vader's theme song.

Water Allergy

Adara had her first swim lesson on Wednesday. Afterwards, we were sitting at the table together eating a snack.

"Is anyone allergic to water?" she asked.
"Well, if people don't drink water, they'll die," I said.
"Could they just drink juice? Oh, but juice has water in it."

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After a day at the beach, Naomi came home exhausted. In the morning, she came to me after getting dressed and said,
"I just can't stand anymore!"
"Great," I thought, as Naomi slid down a wall and laid down, "What could anyone have possibly done already to get her this upset?"
Out loud I said, "What can't you stand, Naomi."
"My feet are still asleep!"
I, insensitively, laughed out loud. "Why are your feet asleep, sweetheart?"
"Cuz I'm just so tired!"

2013 Summer Highlights

At the beginning of the summer, we tried out the rock climbing gym for a few weeks. Our neighbor successfully motivated Naomi to try it. She even touched the ceiling!

A little closer so you can kinda tell it's Naomi.

Summer is fun

 Leg raises ...

Imagination

Keenan: mama, did you see the fire truck fall down from the train track?

We have the makings of a great imagination.

Flight of the Navigator

Me: Papa is the driver and I'm the navigator.
Keenan: And I'm the monkey!

Another gem from Keenan as we sat at dinner:

The blankets will come downstairs and turn into dragons.

Then, five minutes after he got into bed, he came back out crying, "There are dragons in my closet!"

Potty steps

Keenan started potty training last September and ended less than six weeks later. He just wasn't emotionally invested, so I went back to diapers. (I have read that this is a big "no, no".) The only carryover from the potty training was that we continued to emphasize that it is more than a little gross to use your pants as a toilet. Keenan, however, seemed unaffected.

Then today, after taking off his own diaper this morning and using the toilet properly, without supervision or any suggestion from anyone, he announced to me that he doesn't want to "poop in mine diaper anymore."

We're one step closer. I'm not holding my breath. But it's a good sign.

Delusions, continued

I asked Naomi if she would share one slice of her orange with me. She let me finish it.
"You're a treasure," I said. And since she's only 3, I defined treasure for her. Then she got me another orange. :)

Now she proudly tells everyone, especially her older sister, "I'm a treasure!"