Bed Time

I think I should spend more time documenting things that are less big.  Because these are the things I really want to remember.

How does he manage to get toothpaste between his eyes?  We have a little game at our house where the kids show me their teeth and scream like it is hurting my eyes.  BabyP, "Momma!  Momma!  Look!" and he grins really big at me.  Me, "NO!  Don't do that!  It hurts my eyes." and I turn away and act overwhelmed.  He erupts into giggles and starts again "momma!...."

We also do stories on our bed.  I guess we started that when we moved into our house.  Generally we wrestle and cuddle a bit before settling down into stories.  As a punishment at our house, the kids get stories taken away.  It used to be a very good deterrent, but yesterday BabyP told me, "I don't care.  Take 5 stories away.  I am BAD."  It was true too, but I would never tell him.  I tell him "you aren't bad, but you are making bad choices."  Can you tell I read a lot of touchy feeling parenting books?  Right after I tell him that I swaddle him, put him in the special sling I knitted for him out of yak's fur, and rock him until the crying stops.  I don't care if it takes all night.  It is the only way I can show my motherly love.

This girl was almost impossible to get a picture of.  She keeps wanting to pose for the camera.  The problem is that 5 year old poses are stupid.  She has been a really good kid lately.  I have tried to take some time for just her and I to do things.  Even something as mundane as going to the grocery store makes her happy.

She amazes me with her curiosity of the world.  I would not be surprised if she became an anthropologist or something.  I took her to the Heifer Museum.  It was WAY above BabyP's head, but she was really into it.  She was upset when we left.  I hope to steal out of work early this week and take her back.