Thalia's toddler bed is a success. Glad she's not in a bunk bed.
The real problem is Freya repeatedly crawling into the bedroom to bounce on Thalia's bed while she's sleeping. It's the cutest thing to hear a 10 month-old baby giggling to herself as she bounces her sister off the bed. Thalia doesn't find it funny...
My daughter with tears wakes me up at 6:00 a.m. this morning: Thalia: Daddy, I had a bad dream! Me: You had a bad dream? Thalia: I had a bad dream! Me: What did you dream? Thalia: All the cookies were gone!... No more Girl Scout cookies in the house? Perish the thought! That is a bad dream...
Thalia (excited as always to see the moon in the afternoon sky): Dere's da moon! Is it a boy or a girl? Me: It's a rock. Thalia: (surprised) Oh! In the rocket ship space? Me: Um. Exactly.
I guess "celestial body" would have been a more accurate answer. But bodies have...hum.
Thalia loves to wrestle with me when I'm sitting on the couch. If she gets trapped in my leg hold and can't escape, all she has to do is say: "Open recipe!" "What? No, it's sesame. Open sesame." "Open sesame!" I release her. "Close recipe!"...
We have to be thorough about cleaning the carpet after meals or else Baby Freya turns into a little scavenger: Me: Thalia, please pick up any food on the floor under the table before the baby finds it and eats it. Thalia: There isn't any food under the table. Me: Good. Check to see if the baby is eating anything. Thalia: She's eating a person.