In an effort to keep the childrens from mangling their fingers in the door, we toss a towel over the top of the door to make it impossible to shut all the way. Yes, I’m paranoid, but one of the worst sounds I’ve heard was when MrGrunty when his little fingers got caught in the door when he was a toddler. Well, MsSqueaky & MrGrunty don’t like that, because they don’t like MrCuddles going into their “house” when they are playing “momma & the baby” or “the two babies”, with all their blankets on their floor. For a week, I would catch MsS hanging on the door knob, trying to climb up the door and reach for the towel. And then, one morning, I saw her get a big chair, push it to her room, and a moment later push the big chair back to the living room with the towel on it. I was pleased at her persistence, at her problem solving, but we had to have a talk. I told them that I didn’t want them standing on chairs, and in the future, if they wanted the towel down, that they needed to ask, and if the door closes, they need to close it gently because we don’t want any people or kitties to get an owie.
Tonight, the childrens wanted to ride a motorcycle. I lay down, tuck my knees up, grasp my knees and they ride on my shins holding onto my thumbs. I asked MsSqueaky if she wanted a BMW (quiet hum), a Kowasaki (high pitch whine) or a Harley (low loud rumbling). She tried each one, but liked it best when the motorcycle was bouncing over little hills.
Right before bed, MsS with a sketch-toy in her hand, shouted out, “Papa, I drew a ‘J’!” and then a moment later, “Mommy, I drew an ‘H’!”
…and I almost forgot… other evening, MsS put blankets in her pajammas, and said, “Papa, I have a baby in my belly.” (She and MyBetterHalf had been looking at photos from MyBetterHalf’s pregnancy)