Mini-Pear is at camp this week. D'anjou rarely gets me all to himself and it will be interesting to see if all this one on one mommy time satiates his appetite and kicks the sibling rivalry down a notch. It's great to feel so loved, but it would be nice to get to cuddle my girl without her little brother's face contorting with the agony of sharing.
So far we have enjoyed a couple of hours at the sand/water table (rivers need big rocks in them), watched a little Thomas the Tank Engine, eaten rice cakes, yogurt, raisins and Pirate Booty (Oh, Pirate Booty why can't I quit you?) and looked through a great many picture books in search of other trains. We've also thrown a rubber ducky down the stairs about 57 times, accompanied by D'anjou's excited stream of play by play, "Ooooh, Quack-Quack! Oh noooooo! Up? Up! Ooooh, Quack-Quack! Duck, duck, duck, duck. Up, up. Oh noooooo! Boom! *laughs* Oh, boom! *more laughs* Mommy? Mommy? Mommy? Up?" My job is to sit at the bottom of the stairs, look appropriately horrified at the plight of poor Quack-Quack, and to trot him back up the stairs for more fun.
I love your play by play today....and love your blog! You got a good workout on those stairs I'm sure!
Posted by: Randi | June 28, 2010 at 02:16 PM