C & S made a train for MK to ride in. They took a box I came home with from Costco, colored some wheels on the box (see the tiny red dots on the bottom corners?), put a blanket inside, and asked me to let MK ride her train. She is having fun with it.
C pushed MK around the living room and bedrooms while S ran behind yelling "choo choo!" MK did fall a few times when C was a little aggresive in his turns, but she never seemed to mind--she never cried nor fussed--and would smile when we put her back upright and was pushed around again.
Just about every day this past week, I've seen deer outside our house. We live at the edge of town with our yard backing up to the mountain and a LARGE field. I was able to get some great photos of the deer. You can see this deer hanging out in our backyard.
And here's a whole herd of deer in the field just next to our house.
This picture reminds me of when we first moved here; Seeing deer was a novelty then. We moved here in August, and R came home one night in November all excited to have C come out and see the deer in our yard. C was only 2 and still in diapers--he had on his diaper, a t-shirt, and socks. S was only a couple months old and just in a onesie. I told R I needed to pants on C, but R said he was just going to have him come out and see the deer real quickly and then come right back inside. I went out with them, carrying S. I didn't know that the door was going to lock behind us. Next thing we know, we are locked out of the house on a snowy November evening. I'm in a long-sleeved shirt, holding a baby in a onesie in one hand and my other hand is holding hands with a 2 year-old without pants. This is one of my stellar mothering moments.
Yeah, I should have mentioned that we were only locked out for about a half an hour. Long enough for R to run across the street and ask our neighbor for help. Our neighbor loaned us a credit card that R used to jimmy open the side door to the garage. We replaced all our locks after that experience seeing how easy it was to break into our own house.
Last week, we went to the grocery store as a family. The boys spotted some balloons at a sample table and started to ask for balloons. The guy giving out the samples quickly gave the boys each a balloon claiming that the balloons were in his way. C and S were so excited! S let me tie his balloon to his hand, but C insisted on holding his. Not even a minute later, he lets go of his balloon, which floats up, up, and away amid his screams and tears. R was doing his best to console C, and C was starting to get a hold of himself when another employee came by and offered to go get him a new one. C ended up getting 2 new balloons, one of which he shared with his little sister. The kids were SO entertained by these balloons, it was hilarious. R got some pictures of them playing with the balloons when when got home.
MK would hold on to her string and watch with wide eyes as the balloon went up and down.
C just loved hitting others with his balloon.
S was very careful to not let go of his balloon (he had lost one at a store before--he had it tied to one wrist and held on with the other hand. There was no way he was letting go of that balloon!)