Happenings

Not Farmer Dane's corn, but we are getting close to gathering some for consumption.
Niamh is a toddler in a 15 month old body, he is even using a fork now. Of course, I don't remember when the twins reached that milestone. He also started signing "more," "drink," and an occasional "please." He is at a fast walk without high arm guard showing signs of control. Ascending and Descending stairs like a champ and is now realizing that escape is only a step away when upstairs. I might break back out the fence for quarantine when upstairs. When at a chick-filet play land, he takes off climbing and going down slides. He is doing stuff that the twins just started doing at the end of their 2's and entering their 3's. That toddler is screamin his way out. I have a little boy that is climbing and muscling things over. A couple of weeks ago, he grabbed on to Conlin and yanked him straight from the chair that was supporting him. Where ever the twins are, Niamh is a step behind wanting to be apart of it. It hasn't been ending pretty lately, Niamh is always screaming for his way and has taken to throwing his body, kicking the feet, and butting his head against anything. Such a fireball.
During the heat of the day and now in the a.m., these two are clearing off the couch and chair and freeing all the cushions for their enjoyment and my peace of mind. It starts off with Alina requesting to make a path or just Conlin's all boy approach of I'll do what I want when I want and who cares about the consequences and just tears it all up without asking first. It has been fun and led to a couple of pillow fights.
Can you ever have enough Popsicles in the summer. I do need to stop being lazy and get back to making yogi pops if I am going to give them all these cool treats for a summer chill. When it comes to popsicles, Niamh and Alina are chompers and Conlin never chomps, he just sucks until it's gone.
These kids are just a bunch of fun. The twins sing alot, Alina just sings about everything to the tune of some hymn that we've taught them or something to that nature. They play the "Shed Bed" game, named by them. It has to do with finding words that rhyme with a word that they pick. Alina started making up a story today in the car about Giraffe, Conlin's pet that he usually has ready for any spontaneous pet parade that might arise. They are always looking for new participants in their parades. Dane and I will make up stories and it is neat that they are motivated to do the same.