- They decided that staying on the comfy blanketed "baby zone" was for chumps, so after about a zillion times of dragging them back to it from the concrete basement floor, I decided to let them hang out on the cold, dusty hardness until their legs we too cold for my comfort. I think they felt like rebels.
- Avi spent quite a bit of that time pushing around a tiny rock with her finger. A rock she could have easily swallowed. But she didn't. Once she thought about picking it up, I had to get up and take it away.
- Dylan beat the heck out of a balloon. I warned him it might pop and scare the bejeezus out of him, but he squeezed, smacked and smooshed it and it didn't explode.
- They played with a plastic sack. They played tug of war. Avi won, and celebrated by seeing how much of it she could shove in her mouth. I got up to get it from her and she took off like a little puppy with a bone. Luckily for me she's really slow and clumsy, and I was able to overtake her in about .02034 seconds. Then Dylan grabbed it and tried to wear it as a hat. So then I just put it away. This angered the tiny humans.
- They found the pile of dirty clothes. Dylan tried wearing some jammies as a hat and a necklace. He's very fashionable.
- Dylan had a can of coke in one hand, and a kitty in the other. That I had to put a stop to right away. But for about 3 seconds he was a very happy boy.
But on an awesome note, she has started saying "mama" and it's adorable.
Oh, and Chris got a kitten yesterday.
She's 9 weeks old, and her birthday is 5-5-15.
Stevie Mojang Breeden.