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We are in the middle of a move. The house is half packed up. Many of the toys are packed in boxes. Too many are already in the RV (have I mentioned that we are moving into an RV?).

Today we took a break  from packing and we all went to a little amusement park. We met up with some friends and the day was filled with rides and Icees  and friends, animals, animal poop, a number of tears and many laughs and hugs.

The train got stuck on the other end of the park, so the guys hopped out and pushed it along the track until it got going again on its own.

The Icees hit the spot. Youngest was sad that they didn’t make chocolate flavor, but she settled for watermelon which tasted much more like cotton candy, imo.

The petting zoo was quite a hit until Youngest got poop on her hand, or rather, until everyone looked at her because she had poop on her hand…please don’t look at her…divert your attention. 

Middlest loves roller coasters. She tried both the back and the front cars and learned first hand that the back feels faster.

Oldest  was cautious with the rides. Today she enjoyed the merry-go-round, quite a few rounds actually. 

The hot air balloon ride made me dizzy. Trying to dial the phone and take pictures while riding the hot air balloon ride made me queasy and dizzy. 

This morning, Oldest and I were trying to figure out how the waitress at the restaurant did her hair, yesterday. I thought it looked like this, but apparently it was all wrong. We decided together that next time we’ll ask if we can take a picture. We spent some time browsing through Pintrest hair demos, but none of them were what she was imagining.

So, we have a project this week…find and bookmark hair styles for Oldest…oh yeah, and FINISH PACKING!!

Back to work.

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At two years old, helmets are easier to wear, I guess.

With all of our girls, we struggled with keeping helmets on their heads when they were under two. This struggle was particularly frustrating when in the bike trailer. It really wasn’t happening since the girls could take them off themselves. I am still not certain about the laws regarding helmets in bike trailers where we are. Here is what I can find regarding helmets on bikes, by state and here is what wikipedia has on helmet laws by country.

Wearing a helmet was still an issue when they wanted to ride bikes in the alley, but there was something more unbearable about wearing a helmet while sitting in that trailer. And I hated forcing it on them, so we basically didn’t do bike rides. Not as a family, that is.

I’ve recently come to accept not putting ourselves in a situation as an appropriate way of handling these types of issues. There are plenty of fun and physically active things to do that don’t require helmets.

Recently, though, we got the bikes out and everyone was excited about putting on their own helmets and going out to the alley and to the boardwalk to ride their bikes. Especially this one. She’s all of a sudden very proud of that helmet.

I still struggle with freedom and choices and obeying other’s rules and laws when it comes to the littlest ones. But, as they get older, it just gets easier. When they can talk to me and when they understand to some extent what I am saying when I explain the safety issues…and sometimes get into the principles behind the laws we live under. Until then, I prefer to not do those things, or not do them often.

This parenting thing is like riding a bike in a sense. You keep finding your balance, readjusting and rediscovering it as you move down the road, which is good, because we’re going places and we’re rarely sitting still.

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This can be done in 3 minutes.

I can hear it happening from the other room and I probably have the strangest smile-grimace expression on my face.

I have a love-hate relationship with theses blocks. They are amazing. We have so much fun with them. But the clean up…

We do have a system for picking them up. After so much trial and error you realize how many you can safely carry without your stack disintegrating.

They don’t always end up in chaos. Most of the time they are actually used to build trees and thrones and houses and castles and forts. Their favorite things to build, however, are scooters. They put one foot on half of a large block and build a short tower of small blocks, use another large block for the handles and then scoot around on the wood floors.

There are so many ways to play with blocks in general and with interlocking blocks on this scale they get the benefits of learning and exercising the patterning, creative, spacial and social (its always a team effort) skills in a gross-motor context rather than a fine-motor context as with the smaller lego-size blocks.

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Our “baby” girl is just about 2 years and 2 months. She reminded me today, “You have two nipples, ‘member, Mama. You have two nipples.” A few minutes later she tells me, “I have some-ping else for you to laugh.” And then she spits. Thank you baby girl for the laughs today. 

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Our 5yo is obsessed with cats.

When my husband and I got married, I almost had a NO-pets clause put into our vows.

Somehow, having children obsessed with animals is weakening my resolve.

At the moment, they still have to settle for playing cats, kittens and Magic-Cat all…day…long.

I’ve been told that most unschooling households include pets.

I still don’t know if I am capable of being happy in a house with pets.

But, I am

trying

to

imagine

it.

Yesterday, a cat showed up in our backyard and then wandered into the house. How do I stop imagining fleas every time I sit on the rug?

She named it Rosalee. It only stayed for a half hour or so, but they were so happy.

I felt a panic rise up in me every time it came close and I stared it down, because I remember hearing on one of the dozens of cat documentaries we’ve watched that cats will approach people who don’t pay attention to it and avoid people who are too friendly or stare.

I stared hard.

They absolutely insist that I watch these Magic-Cat shows. And every time I do, my heart softens and I start imaging our life with a cat.

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I saw this tutorial on making popsicle stick harmonicas the other day here and had to try it for ourselves. 

We already had lots of large tongue depressor sized “popsicle” sticks that the girls had colored on, so we used those. 

We found that we could change the sound that came out by varying the pressure of our lips as we blew on our harmonicas. 

FYI: They don’t work so well wet as the paper begins to disintegrate surprisingly quickly . So, don’t lick them…or blow on them with ice in your mouth…in case you were thinking about doing that.

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This morning our 3yo climbed into bed with me. “I love spending time with you Mommy,” she said, and then continued, “speaking of which, could we go to the coffee shop together?”

 

Hot bagels and hot chocolate for her, iced cold coffee for me with a dash of cinnamon…beautiful start to the day.
Today she built a tower with four stories, a spire and front and back doors.

And then we were off to the park to meet up with the rest of the family.

 

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