Viv still sleeps in a crib in a room with "my Henry". A few nights ago those two stripped naked before bath time, and I found them crawling around on Olivia's top bunk. I scolded them, and quick as a whip, baby Vivian flung herself over the side of the railing, lowered herself until she was hanging from the side rail with her arms straight, then dropped to the floor, and landed on her feet. Her moves were amazing! Also, dangerous, but truly amazing! Each morning she calls to me from her bed to take her to the restroom, so I just lowered her crib railing and showed her how to crawl in and out. My hope is that she will take herself potty at 6 am, rather than yell so loudly for me on a Saturday morning that she wakes five other family members. One can hope. Maybe I should pray too.
I took the youngest two to a showroom this morning. Henry spied toilets EVERYWHERE, and I could see the wheels turning. I was taking pictures of shower fixtures, and Henry was lifting toilet seats. "You can't pee in that toilet, Son." Now, I am so frequently amused by the words that I am forced to utter to my small children. Recent quotes include, "We don't throw furniture!!!!" after Henry flung a child-sized chair across the room while pretending to have super hero strength, and "You may not wield that giant piece of bark like a sword!" on the playground. Thankfully, the showroom remained clean. Nothing truly "blog worthy" as my children say, happened. In the restroom Vivian struck up a lengthy conversation with a fellow shopper. Viv said, "What's your name?" Jessica answered and returned the question. Vivian, dressed in her Halloween costume, a darling Snow White dress that her daddy bought for her, answered like a big shot, "IIII"m (pause) Snow White." I love these funny little people. I have the best job EVER.
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