The pictures for month thirty-five are up.
This month, Agnes and I went out for our eighth wedding anniversary. We went to SugarFish Sushi. Effy watched the kids while we were out at dinner.
Eleanor and Miranda have been making up a number of games. In the bath, they’ll push all of the rubber duckies to one side of the bath tub and sit at the other side. When the ducks start floating over, they squeal and yell “No, duckie! No!” and splash them back to the other side. We sometimes also give them a sponge to play with, and they’ve been placing them on their forehead and laughing as the water trickles down their faces.
I’ve been getting Eleanor and Miranda ready for school in the morning recently and I’m not always sure which clothes go on whom. Eleanor doesn’t really care that much, but Miranda does. I end up asking her whether a particular shirt is hers or Eleanor’s. So far she hasn’t steered me wrong.
Eleanor has become quite the tattle-tale. At dinner, Miranda wasn’t eating her peaches, and Agnes asked if she could have some. Miranda refused. Later, when Miranda was leaving the table, Agnes picked up the peaches and started eating them. Eleanor piped up, “Miranda, look! Mommy’s eating your peaches!” Most often, she tattles on Miranda though.
Miranda doesn’t tattle on Eleanor quite so much, but this morning, I asked Eleanor to come over to get changed for school (she was drawing at the table). Miranda informed me that Eleanor wasn’t going to come over, perhaps warning me that I was in for a fight. Fortunately, Eleanor finished her drawing and came over without issue.
Finding things to eat for Eleanor has continued to be a bit of a challenge. There is a wider repertoire of what she’s willing to eat now, but her preference right now is pistachios. Even if she has other food that she’s normally willing to eat, she’ll always ask for pistachios first. She says “I want pistachy”. I make her say it correctly, and then we tell her that she has to eat some of her dinner first. It’s a constant dinner-time routine.
Next month the kids turn three years old. We don’t know quite what we’re doing for their birthday yet, but I’m sure we’ll think of something.