Ben had a super busy day today. We went to the library for storytime and he got an egg with a gummy bunny in it, made a bunny with a cottonball tail, and then got to see real bunnies and chicks at the farm supply store. After lunch he read his new library books with Grandma (multiple times), played with his cars and danced around the room. He also played with his doll, who is apparently named Izzie. Later we went to the school near our house to use the playground equipment but an after-school group was there and we were told we couldn't go in. Poor Ben started crying because he was so disappointed, but then they told us we could use a separate section of the playground and the world didn't end after all.
At one point I sat Izzie down on her carrier while I went to help Ben on the slide. (Grandma was at one end and I was at the other.) She (Izzie, not Grandma) happily chewed on the ties until a large gust of wind blew the edge of the carrier over her head, trapping her so she couldn't see! We were temporarily occupied with Ben and unaware of her predicament until we heard her wailing in distress. A ride on the teeter totter with Ben cheered her up - every time her end went down she attempted to grab a handful of the wild onions that were growing underneath. She is officially in the grabby stage where nothing within a three foot radius is safe - a point that was brought to my attention this morning when she reached over during a diaper change and tried to grab the dirty diaper. It won't be long now until she's grabbing toys away from her big brother. (She already grabs handfuls of his hair when he gives her a kiss.) Let the fun times begin!
Ben had a super busy day today. We went to the library for storytime and he got an egg with a gummy bunny in it, made a bunny with a cottonball tail, and then got to see real bunnies and chicks at the farm supply store. After lunch he read his new library books with Grandma (multiple times), played with his cars and danced around the room. He also played with his doll, who is apparently named Izzie. Later we went to the school near our house to use the playground equipment but an after-school group was there and we were told we couldn't go in. Poor Ben started crying because he was so disappointed, but then they told us we could use a separate section of the playground and the world didn't end after all.
At one point I sat Izzie down on her carrier while I went to help Ben on the slide. (Grandma was at one end and I was at the other.) She (Izzie, not Grandma) happily chewed on the ties until a large gust of wind blew the edge of the carrier over her head, trapping her so she couldn't see! We were temporarily occupied with Ben and unaware of her predicament until we heard her wailing in distress. A ride on the teeter totter with Ben cheered her up - every time her end went down she attempted to grab a handful of the wild onions that were growing underneath. She is officially in the grabby stage where nothing within a three foot radius is safe - a point that was brought to my attention this morning when she reached over during a diaper change and tried to grab the dirty diaper. It won't be long now until she's grabbing toys away from her big brother. (She already grabs handfuls of his hair when he gives her a kiss.) Let the fun times begin!
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What fun! So who went to bed first? Izzie, Ben, Mom or Gandma?
Have a wonderful time and another great day today.
Love Grandma Val.
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