Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Wednesday.

Wednesdays are usually good days around here. We have music class in the morning, but not until 10:30, so that gives us plenty of time to get up and get ready, without any crazy rush. And most mornings we get to the community center early enough to head up to the play ground and play for awhile. Today Ellie must have climbed up and gone down the big tunnel slide a half dozen times. She is a brave little monkey.

Then music class, which is always fun. Today we even got to use the parachute, which meant Ellie and Lexi were underneath, screaming with joy. Plus we played with sticks and had our usual play along (the second to last song, where Miss Elena dumps out a huge box of instruments and the kids go nuts. Ellie has wanted the triangle the past few weeks. I prefer to play the spoons.)

We usually get to spend lunch with the knitting ladies, which is especially nice since Ellie's nap conflicts with actually going to knit. Today Kristen and Lexi came along too, so double fun.

Right now we're hanging out at the house because Ricardo is fixing up our yard, but then it's off to Gigi and Grizz's for a little doot doot doo, perhaps some Poppy Cat, and maybe building the TALLEST TOWER EVER SEEN! And then dinner with dada when he gets home from the office. Doesn't get much better than that.

Amusing: lately Ellie is obsessed with who goes to work and who doesn't, and what they do at their office. She knows that Grizz doesn't go to an office, so she likes to check if he's at golf or at the gym. The only other option for Grizz is that he's at Gigi's house. Not his house, GIGI'S house. That he gets to visit. And while she doesn't bother the rest of us about it, should Grizz state his intentions to use the restroom, she runs after him, stands outside the door and yells "don't forget to wash your hands Grizz!"

Also funny in "things Ellie talks about" she is very excited that her brother will be able to play with her soon. He's going to play blocks. And poop. And she's going to help change his stinky diaper, and she'll get him a little table for changing.

This whole post started out so nice, and now is all about bathroom functions. Probably best if I end it here then.

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