I took both kids to the carnival on Wednesday. Will had a blast on the rides. There was actually quite a bit that a 38-inch, 3-year-old could ride. He's fairly adventurous and loved the ones where he could "drive" himself. He wasn't a fan of the merry-go-round so unfortunately I have no cute pictures of him riding old fashioned carousel horses.
His first ride was on the train. It was slow and just went around in a small oval so he was a little nonplussed. He perked up when he saw the motorcycles and speedboats further down the line.
On a four-wheeler! It might be glittery but it's a four-wheeler! Recently Will has become obsessed with boy v. girl things. "Reina can't play with my blue hammer because it's a boy toy." He's also very concerned about baby vs. big boy toys, activities, privileges, but at this point, gender is the main issue. He told us the other morning that boys are the only ones who can be bosses. Hmmm. On Saturday, both kids attended a birthday party at a local park. The birthday girl was a classmate at Montessori who used to be in Will's class (before he moved up to the preschool level) and is now in Reina's class. Will's an old hand at birthday parties but Reina was pretty excited to be part of the gang. When they were handing out birthday hats, I didn't think that she would be a fan but she happily kept it on. It came off at one point and she came running over to me holding her hat and patting her head frantically like "Put my hat back on! Everyone else has one and I HAVE TO HAVE IT ON TOO!" Cake. That's all there is to say.
Today, Reina walked over to Glenn and carefully said "ourrrtttt siiiiiide" (outside) because she wanted to play in the front yard. She's trying to communicate more and more and she's adding new words to her vocabulary every week. She still gets frustrated and shrieks when she's trying to tell you something and you are too dumb to figure it out but she's making progress.
I know that there are a dozen other antidotes that I must record for posterity but it's getting late and I foresee a rough night ahead of me. Cross your fingers that everybody wakes up bright-eyed and fever-free.
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