FYI

Apparently John asked to "fly like Superman" each year he had the chance to speak with Santa Clause. So glad that I get to keep learning new thing about John. 

Mischief or Curiosity?

Little Cecily's toddlerhood could be defined in one word, "mischief". I've truly learned my lesson that any time there is silence from her that I will, not most likely, but surely find her in some sort mischief. And sadly, this is also relevant for silence while in the same room together, silence five feet away from me, and silence right next to me. I'm positive that by the time she turns three I will have been conditioned to never turn my back away from her. 

Just since 4 o'clock today we've had poop on the floor (and all over her), my knitting yarn tangled and her tangled in it (this was three feet away from me), and a toy ripped open with her teeth to reveal little plastic beads everywhere that had the unfortunate likeness of Nerd candy (and this was right next to me while she, Oliver, and I were talking about a primary song). Of course there was brushing her teeth with candy in her mouth and dipping garlic bread into her applesauce only to waste both, but that's just normal kid stuff - right? 

The one place she can't find mischief (knocks on wood*) . . . 

The Little Mermaid

We're watching The Little Mermaid and Oliver can't handle the possibility of Sebastian being eaten. He's whining and and asking if he'll get away. But now there's physical comedy involved with Sebastian pinching the chef's nose and Oliver can't reconcile the two. He's crying "No!" and laughing boisterously each time someone gets hit. Pretty sure Oliver is convinced that the chef is the biggest villain of the movie. Future vegetarian being raised unintentionally right here. 

Look At My Heart!

Oliver: Mom! Come look at my heart! 

Mom: Mmm, okay sweetie in a minute.

Oliver: (huffs) Okay, because you're taking a nap?

Later . . . 

Oliver: Mom! Come look at my heart now!

Mom: Okay, show me your heart.

(A heart shape is on the floor, made from all the Kinex pushed around to make the shape)

Mom: Wow! That is a heart! Good job bud!

Oliver: I made it because I love you. 

Mom: I love you too sweetie.

After a hug (of course) . . .

Oliver: I don't ever want you to die Mom. 

. . . a discussion on the afterlife and the resurrection ensue. 

Read the Instructions

While watching Joseph of Egypt (the animated version) . . .

(A montage where Joseph gets married and the next scene shows him with a newborn baby)

Oliver: Mom, when you get married again a baby will come out.

Me: Well, after you marry you can make a baby with a girl. A boy and girl make a baby together.

Oliver: But I don't have any instructions! Can you give me the instructions?

Me: Well, when you get older Mom and Dad will have a talk with you about it, and when you get married you'll figure the rest out. 

Oliver: But I want the instructions now! 

Me: . . .

Colbert Park

Because Monday wasn't enough to fill our outside quota before the icy tundra of death rolls in we headed to a new to us park, Colbert Park. 

4 hours of park was fun (even though it still wasn't enough) and we had the dirty hands and faces to prove it.

Post-Park Park Excursion

After the day at Homer lake (preceded by aerobics for Mommy and running around the gym for the kids) we decided it just wasn't enough and visited Mattis Park to wait for Dad to get off from work. 

Running with weed flower. 

Putting weed flower in mouth.

Sad weed flower face. 

Random rest on the concrete.

Chasing squirrels.

Playing with weed flower part deux. 

The end to a lovely day.