It’s been a wild and crazy weekend with Grandpa. For me, it was a bit of a sleep-deprived weekend, because it turns out I gave birth to a new breed of superhumans who don’t need sleep. At least, that’s me putting a nice spin on getting up every half hour for three nights in a row, getting a couple nights of miraculous two-hour stretches of sleep, then going back to half hour stretches for a couple nights. Oi. These kids.
Anywho. Big weekend of the kids being adorable!
Rosie has started attacking everything in sight, including hangers. I know she can’t be teething, but holy cow. I guess she’s trying out for the vampire olympics.
I found a tripod at a garage sale and we set it up and tried to get a good picture of ourselves. You know those really funny sequences of pictures where in every single picture, one person looks ridiculous? Yeah. That’s what happened. Mitchell figured out how to work the camera, so we have 40 pictures of one of us looking ridiculous, and Mitchell looking ridiculous in every single one. Because he’s developed a posed picture face. It involves getting as close to the camera as possible, then looking goofy.
He’s also developed a fondness for Kingsley. Kingsley doesn’t reciprocate his feelings.
Today I took the kids to the sprinklers at the local park. I expected Mitchell to jump right in there, but instead he spent an hour and a half running laps around the perimeter. Every once in a while he’d get close enough to get wet, then run back out. Rosie was less than thrilled about being there, but when you look that good in a sun hat, you have to get out once in a while.
Finally, Mitchell’s favorite book right now is Sheep in a Jeep. So much so that his sand box has been converted from a construction site to a reenactment of the book. It’s pretty damn adorable, even if I have to repeat the same lines over and over and over and over again (“Jeep goes splash, Jeep goes thud, Jeep goes deep in gooey mud!”). In case you’ve managed to stay away from this book equivalent to a Top 40 song (it gets stuck in your head), it involves some sheep in a Jeep getting stuck in the mud, some pigs pushing them out, then them wrecking the Jeep. Mitchell tries to quote the whole book while reenacting it.