1. I rotate our toys to keep things interesting around here. With more than a dozen hours of our weekly therapy being in-home, I need to keep the toys/puzzles/books interesting enough that Sophie will engage with them during therapy too. We moved a few sets of blocks downstairs to our living room, and one day during a therapy session, Sophie’s imagination just took flight. We’ve been building “houses” for her Minnie figurine and her Jake and the Neverland Pirates figurines all week long.
A few things HAVE to be the same (everyone needs a crib, Minnie and Izzy always get pink beds, and the house MUST have stairs), but Sophie’s come up with lots of different scenarios we have to play out–birthdays, breakfast, showers and brushing teeth, Christmas, winter, and babies crying in their beds. I’ve never seen her imagine so much. It’s been incredible and magical. So long as Milo does’t stomp all over everything or hurl the “staircase” across the room, that is.
2. One of Milo’s newest delights is grabbing something he knows Sophie loves and cherishes (like her Minnie figurine) and running away as fast as he can, with a gleeful look on his face. Ugh. His other new trick is shoving her out of the way of whatever he wants. Ugh again. Any tips for curbing his enthusiasm?
3. We got some umbrella strollers this week. We’ve needed them for ages and especially since we’ll be traveling to my brother’s wedding in just a few weeks. The strollers are great, yes, but the best part? The boxes they came in. One “boat” for each child, one coloring canvas for each child, one “bed” for each to hang out in. Naturally, Milo invaded Sophie’s space posthaste, but we made these interesting for over an hour. Money well spent!
5. There are few things funnier than a toddler trying to hide. Sophie’s go-to spot is under her pink blanket, but Milo is usually surprisingly good at hiding. Other times, he’ll hide behind the curtains (truck in hand) and get bored in the 7 seconds it takes me to find him. The truck noises are a dead giveaway. An adorable dead giveaway.
BONUS: NO ONE thinks either of my children look like me. Pretty much ever. BUT. I totally see it in this picture! I’m the one standing on the left of the photo with pursed lips and sleeves/bangs the size of my head. Anyone else?
Happy Friday, dear reader. Wishing you every good thing!