Monkey See Monkey Do

Things have seemed as busy as Grand Central Station these days. The little beans are into absolutely everything, and have mastered the art of distraction. I swear they plan their mischief while conversing over breakfast in their high chairs, because the minute they are finished, one will run to the coffee table to climb and stand up in the middle while the other scoots a chair out from the dining room to stand up and rock on it! When only one parent is home, this makes for very quick action needed as lots of instant decision making is made (whose potential injury would be more severe = whomever is captured from the high surface first). We also have had 11 showings of our home (it is on the market) in just 10 days, feeling grateful to have such activity, but most of them are during the day when I am at work. I am convinced Cory is secretly a saint for being able to keep his sanity and a clean house while keeping the kids relatively injury-free.

We have decided Silas has no “off” button, from the moment he wakes up, he is ready to go. I swear his third parent might actually be the Energizer bunny (that reference might have dated me, does that little pink guy still grace commercials?). When Cory was at his board meeting this week, he decided a great new game was to run to one side of the room, pick up full speed, stop about 6 inches from me and plop down on his bum. This game was made into quite the spectacle when I started to repeat his sound effects (“BOOM”). This went on for almost twenty minutes. *Heart Melts* If you know Gracie, you can guess where she was this whole time, quietly giggling in my lap.

Gracie is picking things up like a fresh swiffer cloth (I assume those work, Cory handles most of the floor cleaning, yes ladies, be jealous). Each morning she sits in my lap as I put on my makeup. I assumed she was waking up slowly each morning and not really paying attention to what I was doing, until Monday morning. As I was putting on eye shadow, I glanced down and saw she had grabbed my concealer stick (closed) and was dipping it into the eye shadow, then putting it on her temples. She was so serious and when I asked her what she was doing, her smiled stretched across her face and she closed her eyes to show off her work. She also assumes her normal seat on my hip as I brush my teeth every morning. As of this morning, she hollers “teet!” when my toothbrush makes an appearance, and she leans over next to me to spit. *Heart Melts*

We took them to the Children’s Museum in downtown Kzoo Saturday. I think they could have played for hours in the little kids rooms. As I watched them climb into pint size chairs and mosey up to the coloring table, an overwhelming sensation struck me...not sure what the word is for it…but it was a feeling of amazement (for what they are able to do these days), happiness (for seeing them play together ), humor (because of course the crayons belonged on the table, not in the cups..ALL of the crayons mind you), a little sprinkle of sadness (while they will always be my babies, to anyone else, they are probably little kids now)…and love (because man o man these babies exemplify love).