Vivian has come into her own realm. She is bossy, plays with her dollies and blankey almost all day, and enjoys taking toys from her siblings. She's also become a talented lobbyist at the Capitol, where she makes friends with the legislators, secretaries and security guards, showing them her fetal babies, and allowing the guards to pull on her pigtails and ask her questions. When forced to sit in the carrier pack she spends her time waving at everyone with a big smile saying "hi!". I've noticed when I go to the Capitol alone, though I enjoy it more, I don't get near the same amount of attention.
Gabriel is in potty training mode. This is an exasperating process. Unfortunately, with boys, you can sit them on the toilet but that doesn't aim the equipment the right way. I have no patience for a kid sitting on a potty seat, peeing in a steady stream onto the floor in front of him while crying that it isn't going into the potty bowl. The command Gabriel hears most--"Be proactive!"
Oliver has discovered video games. This is a big temptation for me because it holds his attention for extended periods of time. Since lizards are currently not available in the back yard, and won't be until warmer weather arrives, this is the only activity that holds his attention for extended periods of time. I realized that I was going to have to stop indulging myself when one morning following breakfast, Oliver raced over to Gabriel and starting poking him. The squeals were readily forthcoming, and Oliver paused, turned to me and said," Should I go play video games, mom?"
Charles is his same old self plodding through life in his own reflective, logical sort of way. He enjoys his school work. When he gets really behind on sleep, he gets very sarcastic and slow. Last night he sat gazing at his dinner plate and rather than eating struck up a conversation with Caroline. It was already very late, so Grandpa (who is currently staying with us) said, " Charles stop talking and eat your dinner." Charles immediately got his obstinate sullen look. "What's your problem, Charles?" I asked. He muttered," You'd have a problem too if someone couldn't mind his own business and interrupted your conversation."
I must go, but shall be more faithful at posting.
