morning reading

They’re getting to be more patient with me reading to them.  They’re even getting better at not wrestling over the book as they both sit in my lap with it.  So this morning, I read to them some nursery rhymes.  Humorous:  to them, Humpty Dumpty is a chant one sings before jumping into a swimming pool:

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
One...
Two...
Three!!!

And then, after what used to be trepidation, and now is a gleeful scream, everyone jumps into the pool and swims to mommy.  Even Humpty Dumpty himself, when read about in the nursery rhyme, must swim to mommy.  More humor:  I spent too much time in their earlier childhood teaching the boys how to make noises with things.  Rubbing their fingertips on the surface of one of these thick, laminated cardboard children’s books to make a farting noise is one of them, and Reid still does it every time this particular nursery-rhyme book is opened in front of him.

After I was done with them, they let mommy help them get dressed and went to the Y gymnasium for their gymnastics class, at the end of which they will acquire stamps (one stamp on the back of each hand, and a rolled stamp on each foot — rolled along the same path a flip-flop strap would take).  After that, they’ll be off to either the zoo or LEGOLAND with Ashley and Isabel.  This is the recipe for another 3-hour nap.

I stand corrected…

Upon further questioning at bath-time tonight, Ollie insisted vehemently that he does like his goggles:  “Ollie LIIIIKE goggles!”  He offered no explanation for his tendency to cry when they’re put on for him.

We had an excursion to the bookstore tonight to “play trains,” but it was cut short when a scuffle ensued between Ollie and Reid over a particular favorite train.  No one was injured, and no charges were filed, but we felt it best to leave the scene of the incident.

first day

One of my challenges in writing this blog is that in addition to being “daddy”, I also work full-time.  Hopefully not much of that will clutter this area, I’d like the stuff here to be about the boys, their milestones, and my adventures in keeping them alive to reach those milestones (Beth has adventures too — hopefully she’ll blog about them).  So, often, when I report on a day’s activities, it will be from the perspective of their mom, who boldly goes on the vast majority of their week-day outings with them.  At two-and-a-half, as capable as they are, they still need at least a chauffeur (this is a joke, of course — Beth’s many responsibilities and challenges remain well beyond my comprehension).  Hopefully, my weekend reporting will be more detailed.

The first agenda item today, was swimming.  It’s my understanding that swimming occurs on most Monday and Wednesday mornings.  I have gone a couple of times, but since our Y isn’t that close, driving there, changing, swimming, changing again, and driving back can eat up a good chunk of the day, and I have that “work” thing people expect me to do.  Today was the first day in the pool with goggles!  Reid’s been complaining about his eyes being sore (“eye hurt!” — said while jabbing a finger into his eye to make the point) during and after swimming, so the research and development department have kindly provided both agents with state-of-the-art protective eye-wear.

Ollie hates them; we went on a trial diving mission in the bathtub with them last night, and Ollie cried for a healthy portion of the mission — at much risk to the mission’s success, I might add.  Reid seemed pretty cool with his new gear last night, and I’m told today’s live mission essentially mirrored the “dry-run” in the tub.  Ollie hasn’t been complaining about his eyes, though, so Reid will wear goggles and he won’t.  Yay, Reid.  Ollie’s usually pretty well immune to physical and psychological trauma, which makes the torture of the goggles stand out in stark contrast from the usual — timeouts, bashing of foreheads into hard wooden edges, dropping heavy toys on feet, falling from high places, and so on.

After swimming, Beth took the boys to the Wild Animal Park, where they met their friend Ashley (and maybe Isabel, Ashley’s big sister, though I may have been told she was at school today — I’ll have to do better research).  So far, no war-stories have emerged from the afternoon’s outing, but the boys are still recuperating (3-hour nap!  Few generals in history have won greater victories.)  I’ll post more later, if additional rumors or gossip emerge.