
During the first week of May we had our first pool party of the summer. While it only consisted of an inflatable kiddie pool and one toddler friend, it was a party nonetheless! They especially loved sliding down the slide and into the water over and over and over.

Payson was concerned after he stepped into the pool saying, "My shorts are wet, my shorts are wet." He immediately climbed out, and it took a good five minutes to convince him that his swimsuit was supposed to get wet. It has been so long since they swam last back in September that he's forgotten how it all works! Soon he was soaking wet and declaring, "They're supposed to get wet!" as he played in the pool.

We had a great family day together on Mother's Day. It started with a yummy pancake breakfast that Daddy cooked while Mommy slept and watched a little TV in bed. After church Keith had plans for a picnic, but it was too cold and windy to pull off. Instead, Keith set up the picnic in our foyer. The kids were super excited to get to sit in their booster seats on the floor. And Keith was pleased that he had successfully packed everything he needed in the cooler, therefore, not having to make a single trip to the kitchen. In other words, the picnic would have worked outside too! That afternoon my mom joined us in celebrating Mother's Day. Thanks, Keith, for a fun and thoughtful day!

Following our picnic the kids immediately ran off to do a picnic of their own with their baby dolls and Mickey Mouse. I love to see how the kids learn and how they can imitate things so quickly and easily...

Such as Hayden reading a book to her baby doll the same way we read books to her...

Or Payson playing Cop with his Policeman jacket. What? Policemen don't wear army helmets and Miss America sashes or carry a purse? Well, don't tell him!

After a month of refusing to wear his new Superman shirt for some strange reason, Payson finally got excited about wearing it when I offered it to him one morning. That day I showed the kids pictures of Superman online so they would at least be able to put a face with the superhero's name. Now they all talk about him.

Speaking of what the kids like, Hayden loves her sweets. She couldn't get enough of this homemade chocolate cake and kept smearing it around her face!

I've received lots of comments lately about how grown up the kids look. I am reminded daily more by their efforts to be independent and their growing vocabulary and communication skills than by their looks. I don't share many of these stories because they can be lengthy, but here's one that just has to be posted:
So, I had a babysitter on Tuesday night. Wednesday morning the kids woke up early and were chit-chatting. Then, it got quiet, followed by lots of giggles and squeals. The next thing I know there were three hyper toddlers running around the gameroom. Somehow the girls got out of their
crib tents. So, I began to think about how it happened: Either the sitter did not zip one of them up all of the way and that girl climbed out and released the other girl only to have Payson follow suit, OR Payson climbed out and let the girls loose. I still don't know what happened but I now have good evidence that it was likely the latter.
The kids woke up extremely early the next morning. While I was getting ready, I heard this through the monitor and quickly grabbed a pen to write it down.
Remember that the crib tents can only be zipped down from the outside and that Payson does not have a crib tent.
M: I want to get down Payson.
H: Hayden first!
P: Hi Madison.
M: Hi Payson.
P: I made poo-poo last night.
M: Stand up Payson! I want to get down, Payson! All the way!
H: Zip it down all the way.
P: I put books in there. (They like to fill up each other's cribs with lots of books.)
M: Get down, Payson!
H: Hayden needs it, zip it down!
M: Zip it down!
The begging continues..."Zip it down!" is demanded over and over by both girls.
P: I went poo-poo.
M: Go poo-poo in the potty, okay?
P: Where did Mommy go, Madison?
M: Get down, Payson! Get down!
H: Zip it down!
P: Where did my shoes go?
H: They're downstairs, Payson.
M: Get down, Payson! Get down!
And then "Get down, Payson! Get down!" is repeated until I go up to greet them.
After they broke out of their room that first morning, I told Payson that he needed to stay in his crib until I came in to get him and to not unzip the girls' cribs. I told him once and the very next time he obeyed.
So this second morning I gave him lots of praise for staying in his crib despite his sisters' demands for him to do otherwise. He smiled back proudly at his accomplishment. What a good, confident and strong little boy we have!
And what determined and persistent girls we have! I am sure all of these qualities will suit them well in their futures, but for now, it makes for harder work for Mommy and Daddy... and gives us some good stories too!