rollin' rollin' rollin'

Things are just chugging along as normal here at the tallgirl house.  The big talk about the house is whether to wean BabyP or not.  I am slowly moving that way.  His last little bought of teething left me with some open wounds that can cause a girl some grief.  We have been talking a little bit about how we can drink milk at night and don't need to nurse because we are getting to be a big boy.  I want it to happen gradually and without fuss because, really, in a way, I don't want to wean him at all.  I love curling up with my sweet boy.  He seems to get so much comfort from it that it makes me sad to loose that crutch. We are both getting older, and I am ready to have my body back.  I have been sharing it for almost five years so I deserve a bit of a break. 

BabyP is talking like crazy lately.  I know I say that every other post, but he is regularly putting two word sentences together.  His comprehension is way better than I give him credit for.  I can't think of an instance right now, but there has been a couple of times where I was amazed that he understood what I was saying.  We have been working on using words instead of having a complete meltdown when he doesn't get his way.  It isn't working so far, but it will soon!  He did that really cute thing that kids do when they say I don't know he said "I know".

He is also doing tricks like jumping, but he isn't doing so good at landing.  He ends up falling each time he gets off his feet.  He is really into playdoh, puzzles and painting these days.  He is, of course, still very into his sister.  He is also interested in trains ("choo choo") and planes ("ae-o-plane").  When a helicopter or plane is overhead, he stops, points and looks with wonder.  He is really into the book "Trains" by Byron Barton.  He calls it the "ahh a board" book.  We read that book no less than 4 times a day.  He points out the "moke" or smoke and the "nanana" or bananas.
 
Sister has discovered legos and LOVES THEM.  I had to laugh last night as I was kicking them out of my path in the bedroom.  My dad loves to talk about how he would always end up stepping on them during the night.  I can see my time coming.  Luckily, my kids are still using the big duplo blocks.  Peanut is also into building with the Lincoln logs we bought her.  It is hard for her though because he brother always wants to knock down what she is playing with.  She is pretty good about getting him something else to destroy or letting him play with something else of hers she isn't using.  Today he was playing with her princesses, and she brought him closer so she could keep an eye on him while she played with Barbies.  She is such a big girl.

She has been asking for a lot of things lately.  I have been trying to get through to her that she is not getting any presents.  She doesn't need anything.  She just wants it.  I tell her that I am NOT buying her anything.  BUT, I did buy her and myself matching pajamas.  She is wearing them for the second night in a row.  And YES, I understand the irony of telling her she doesn't need any toys and buying her some pajamas.  

We had a little bit of a conversation about earthquakes and how they can happen in other places and not here.  She is starting to realize there are things in the world that are scary, so it is difficult to have conversations about earthquakes with her.  I explained that sometimes big storms come in off the ocean, but that doesn't happen here because we have no ocean.  Faults under the earth work the same way. 

So I am sending both of my kids to school tomorrow with busted lips.  Peanut fell at the zoo when we were leaving.  I was a little worried I was going to have to take her in, but she is going to be perfectly fine.  BabyP fell today on the duplo box.  His teeth went into the backside of his lip. He didn't eat much the rest of day.  I guess it hurt even though he shook it off pretty fast this morning.  It is such a weird thing to feel sheepish about their falls.  I know no one will think I hurt them, but if someone who doesn't know us takes a look at two kids with busted lips from the same family it might look a bit odd.