Labor Day, Workers in the Kitchen

Three weeks in and this is all starting to seem normal. The girls are happier each day and William reports that drop-off is smoother each time, with the girls now willingly going to the teacher instead of clinging and whining.

Naomi helped me make dinner the other night. We didn't have a chef's hat, so the strawberry had to suffice. She was a great help, handing me the spoon when it was time to stir the pot on the stove and banging her cups and bowls together. We are seeing them imitate a lot more "real-life" stuff and it's a hoot to watch.



Of course, we made them do the dishes afterwards. As a note to my future self and anyone else who it might help, do not put soap in the water, as it is impossible to stop them from trying to drink the water from the very cups they are supposed to be washing.


We've squeezed all kinds of fun out of summer's last hurrah, Labor Day weekend. I think I could very happily work for a living if I had three day weekends all the time.

We took the girls out to their second Camp Hamilton bash in Wadsworth. They loved it. Lots of firsts:

* As we arrived, Lillian took Nana's hand, then Naomi's and they marched up the driveway like that.

* William took each girl for their first ATV ride. No crazy off-roading, but they seemed to like it all the same.

* Lillian met her first tiny dog, by the name of 'Cupcake' and it was love at first sight. At least for Lillian. Cupcake isn't making any promises.

* Both girls shot their first hoops!



* Naomi tasted her first piece of driveway. Sugar Dale strikes again.



William swooped her up from the fall off the giraffe tricycle and headed to the house, her chin dripping with blood. By the time he was able to wet the washcloth in the bathroom, Naomi was jutting her chin towards the mirror, laughing at her quickly inflating lip. It was like you could see her thinking "You should see the other guy!" Her fearlessness both inspires and terrifies me.