Clean Laundry

Disclaimer: if you don't want to read about poop, just skip this post.  A know at least a few of our friends who will read on.  You know who you are.  

So...Clara's been potty training, as I might have mentioned.  And she's doing great.  But, she's only two, so of course there are accidents, especially when I'm not good about reminding her.  Sometimes these are a bit messy if she happens to poop in her pants.  Well, we had a bad one the other day, and in those cases honestly we sometimes just toss the underwear in the garbage.  But the jeans went into the wash.  Later, when I was folding the laundry, I found a little ball of poop that had made it through both the washer and the dryer.  There it was, just hanging out with all the clean clothes.  What to do, wash everything again, or just throw it out and move on?  We folded the laundry.  As Bridges said, it was clean poop.  

Finally, Pigtails

Happy with Two

The other day Lee said to me, out of the blue, "Mommy, too bad you have two kids.  It would be so much easier with just one".  She went on along these lines for a while, with me gently probing to find out what she was talking about.

I'm not sure where she heard this.  I have certainly never complained about having two kids.  Seriously, I grew up with five, seen my sister with her four boys, and fully realize I have it pretty easy.  But perhaps some stranger at a store said something that stuck with her about being busy with two little ones, or something to that effect.  

So I assured her that I loved having two children and that there was no way I wanted one less.  

Just a bit later, I put on a video for them to watch and looked over and saw them like this.  How could I only have had one, I thought?  

Best Friends

The Vernal Equinox

Today was the first day of spring.  At 7:44 am, according to my datebook.  At which time it was, for yet another day in this awfully long month of March, below freezing.  It's spring, Boston-style!  But, the days are certainly longer, and the sun feels stronger.   We took advantage of that to go to a new park we've discovered called Beaver Brook.  The magic of the place is a small babbling brook that is deep enough to carry things downstream, but shallow enough to rarely get over the tops of the girls' rainboots.  

 

Linda and Liam met us there with Mali, who spent the time fearlessly running around with much larger dogs and going after tennis balls.  

"Mommy, this is even excellenter than I thought it would be!" declared Lee.  "I'm learning new tricks, and disploring a lot!"  

Of course when it's only 41 out, the fun rapidly comes to a halt when the cold water goes over the top of the boot, or someone slips and falls in the quite chilly water.  But I had come prepared with extra clothes, and the girls were soon dry enough to continue on to the playground (my unfortunately soggy and chilly foot being the exception, because I was so busy grabbing things for them I didn't bring either waterproof boots or a change of socks for myself).  

Fabulous

I wish I could dress myself in polka dots, stripes, AND flowers, and then walk out the door thinking I looked simply fabulous.  

No Lizards

A while back Clara had a bad dream while she was napping.  She thought that there were lizards on my bed (which is where she usually naps).  It has really stuck with her, because every time she wakes up from a nap now, and I ask her how she slept, she says "No lizards on Mommy's bed!"