It's about time for another post! The girls have been quite funny lately, and tomorrow, officially turn 27 months old. We spend most of the 26month period recalibrating their finely tuned sleep patterns, but I think they really quite enjoyed staying up and talking to each-other during naptime and bedtime just because they realized they can.
Everyday, we are astounded by an observation, a new word, or even a new physical skill from the girls. From our vantage points, we are enjoying the observations they blurt out. Yesterday, Helen saw some balloons attached to a For Sale sign that were bouncing in the wind. She joyously announced "Balloons Dancing!!" We were on our way to one of the various parks we now visit and the girls like to look at the minivan windows and sometimes make observations if they are not otherwise engrossed in a book they've brought along. While at the park yesterday, Carolyn observed that the rock-climbing "pegs" on the toddler equipment looked like telephone receivers. Rather than place her foot there to start a climb, she bent over sideways and placed her ear against one of the pegs. "Helllloooo" she said, waiting for someone to reply. Mark mentioned that some flattened balloons caused both Carolyn and Helen to blurt out at the same time "air got out".
The big hit of the week, so far, was a visit from their Uncle Larry and Cousin Laura. Larry was thoughtful enough to bring along a big bottle of bubbles and he patiently blew bubbles, on a 90 degree day no less, for over an hour for the girls to chase. They loved it and have requested bubbles every single day since. Lizzie, our Mothers' Helper, did the honors yesterday afternoon. The girls now equate Lizzie's presence with a visit to the grocery store--an event they covet. In Helen and Carolyn's adorable young minds, the grocery store = BalloonAPalooza; food, drinks and various pharmeceuticals being a lowly secondary attraction--if not a disturbance in terms of them getting TO the balloons as fast as possible. The lobster tank was a big draw on the first and second visits but is now last place to visit, behind the frozen foods. I think the grande finale of the week, frankly, will occur when we visit with our beloved "Aunt Nette" on Friday morning at her swimming pool. The girls are fearless now (maybe a little too fearless) in the babypool and love to play in there, literally, for hours.
One of the joys of raising children is that they bring back a sense of wonder and joy in experiencing the most simple of events. We found an exotic catepillar the other day at the park that was totally yellow and very hairy. I'm sure it's some strain of common gypsy moth, but I'd never seen that kind of catepillar before and the 3 of us enjoyed playing with it and touching it's fur. Both girls remembered the catepillars we'd seen (and given rides to on the swings) earlier this year and those catepillars had all been black, small and not hairy. Going to the park has been an interesting experience as well. It's always struck me as rather odd why other Moms, or in our area, other Nannies, schlep along additional toys from home as if the Park needs augmentation. There is so much to see and do at a Park and it just requires a little creativity and imagination to make things seem "new" and intersting. The three of us can be quite entertained by watching an ant carry a breadcrumb back to its' anthill, a butterfly enjoying some sweet nectar off a flower, throwing pebbles down the various drainage holes (I hope no one from Montgo. Park service is reading this), playing "making food" with sand in a box.
Everyday, we are astounded by an observation, a new word, or even a new physical skill from the girls. From our vantage points, we are enjoying the observations they blurt out. Yesterday, Helen saw some balloons attached to a For Sale sign that were bouncing in the wind. She joyously announced "Balloons Dancing!!" We were on our way to one of the various parks we now visit and the girls like to look at the minivan windows and sometimes make observations if they are not otherwise engrossed in a book they've brought along. While at the park yesterday, Carolyn observed that the rock-climbing "pegs" on the toddler equipment looked like telephone receivers. Rather than place her foot there to start a climb, she bent over sideways and placed her ear against one of the pegs. "Helllloooo" she said, waiting for someone to reply. Mark mentioned that some flattened balloons caused both Carolyn and Helen to blurt out at the same time "air got out".
The big hit of the week, so far, was a visit from their Uncle Larry and Cousin Laura. Larry was thoughtful enough to bring along a big bottle of bubbles and he patiently blew bubbles, on a 90 degree day no less, for over an hour for the girls to chase. They loved it and have requested bubbles every single day since. Lizzie, our Mothers' Helper, did the honors yesterday afternoon. The girls now equate Lizzie's presence with a visit to the grocery store--an event they covet. In Helen and Carolyn's adorable young minds, the grocery store = BalloonAPalooza; food, drinks and various pharmeceuticals being a lowly secondary attraction--if not a disturbance in terms of them getting TO the balloons as fast as possible. The lobster tank was a big draw on the first and second visits but is now last place to visit, behind the frozen foods. I think the grande finale of the week, frankly, will occur when we visit with our beloved "Aunt Nette" on Friday morning at her swimming pool. The girls are fearless now (maybe a little too fearless) in the babypool and love to play in there, literally, for hours.
One of the joys of raising children is that they bring back a sense of wonder and joy in experiencing the most simple of events. We found an exotic catepillar the other day at the park that was totally yellow and very hairy. I'm sure it's some strain of common gypsy moth, but I'd never seen that kind of catepillar before and the 3 of us enjoyed playing with it and touching it's fur. Both girls remembered the catepillars we'd seen (and given rides to on the swings) earlier this year and those catepillars had all been black, small and not hairy. Going to the park has been an interesting experience as well. It's always struck me as rather odd why other Moms, or in our area, other Nannies, schlep along additional toys from home as if the Park needs augmentation. There is so much to see and do at a Park and it just requires a little creativity and imagination to make things seem "new" and intersting. The three of us can be quite entertained by watching an ant carry a breadcrumb back to its' anthill, a butterfly enjoying some sweet nectar off a flower, throwing pebbles down the various drainage holes (I hope no one from Montgo. Park service is reading this), playing "making food" with sand in a box.
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