It was a pretty light winter; cold enough, but still not snowy so not really worth the effort to go play outside in the soggy dead grass. Jane might feel a little differently, but I know I have Peter on my side. If it's just a little cold out, he's not interested. We have the Children's Museum, the Library, Swimming lessons at the YMCA, the mall play area, and Chick-Fil-A, so we don't go nuts, but I usually have no problem staying home all day with nowhere to go. Peter and Jane are getting great at playing together with minimal contention and Alice requires less of my attention too. All I have to do is make sure the bathrooms are closed and the garbages are blocked, oh, and I have to keep her from destroying everything the older kids are building.
Jane got some art supplies and a new Easel from Santa, so we've been doing a lot of painting. Peter likes it too, but doesn't have the attention span that Jane does.
Peter rocked his potty training last fall and now stands like a big boy... a big boy that's just big enough to rest his penis on the toilet rim. One night after I put them to bed upstairs, I heard the toilet seat slam down and Peter scream in pain. I knew immediately what had happened and came up to find Peter holding his bruised and slightly bleeding penis. Poor boy.
Forts are popular, but as soon as we have a fort up the kids want to fill it with every book and stuffed animal we have. And when they run out of those, they start grabbing random items, so the clean up is horrendous.
Alice is pretty content to spend her days riding on the back of the tricycle or pushing it around in circles. If it's not the tricycle, she's pushing the stools or the kitchen chairs around.
Her latest tricks include clapping and "toss it up high." She lights up when we start singing Patty Cake.
