Home. Potty. Lunch. Clean up the disaster that is the aftermath of lunch. Potty. Naps. Freedom!
Looking like ghostly white little ragamuffins, the girls ran to greet Jake when he got home and the three read books and played with some stamps on the floor while I took a breather and started dinner.
Dinner is usually pretty quick and consists of chatting about our day, telling the girls that yes, we know their food is hot– blow on it, and that no, they may not have another piece of chicken//pasta/bread until they eat their peas and carrots. Amelia typically complies while Samantha pretends and then spits them out or throws them to Bandit when she thinks we aren’t looking. Once we tell her that Amelia is beating her in the veggie eating race, she’ll stuff a handful in her mouth. She’s definitely motivated by competition.
After dinner, we usually walk around the neighborhood or go out on the trail, but this particular night, we checked out one of the parks that’s been on the girls’ bucket list. Just in case you’re keeping track, we’re now on outfit change due to spillage #3.
S and A tired themselves out climbing up the hill, up the ladder, and down the slide approximately 932 times. This was arguably the tallest, steepest slide the girls have been on to date, but they didn’t seem to care about the height– they were up there with all the other five year olds having a blast.
Many of our friends say the girls are talking a lot more these days. It’s hard for me to tell since I’m with them everyday, but I definitely feel like their speech is improving. It’s so cute hearing them talk about shapes, colors and the world around them.
