I can do a passable impression of the Count from Sesame Street, and have been known to brandish it from time to time. I would not say that my usage of it has been frivolous or reckless. Despite this fact, the kids cannot, at this point, do any bit of counting without ending it with: "Aaah, aah ahhhhh."
It makes no difference what number they count to - could be three, ten, seben, whatever. Abby has been especially consistent with it, and in her cuter moments she actually will make herself laugh when she does it; maybe when she is fond of that particular rendition of the Count?
This is a non-exaggeration of our drive home tonight from Ridgedale Mall:
"woooone.. twoooo ... freeee .... aaah ahh ahhhhhh.....woooone.. twoooo ... freeee .... aaah ahh ahhhhhh.....woooone.. twoooo ... freeee .... aaah ahh ahhhhhh.....woooone.. twoooo ... freeee .... aaah ahh ahhhhhh.....woooone.. twoooo ... freeee .... aaah ahh ahhhhhh.....woooone.. twoooo ... freeee .... aaah ahh ahhhhhh.....woooone.. twoooo ... freeee .... aaah ahh ahhhhhh.....woooone.. twoooo ... freeee .... aaah ahh ahhhhhh.....woooone.. twoooo ... freeee .... aaah ahh ahhhhhh.....woooone.. twoooo ... freeee .... aaah ahh ahhhhhh.....woooone.. twoooo ... freeee .... aaah ahh ahhhhhh.....woooone.. twoooo ... freeee .... aaah ahh ahhhhhh.....woooone.. twoooo ... freeee .... aaah ahh ahhhhhh.....woooone.. twoooo ... freeee .... aaah ahh ahhhhhh.....woooone.. twoooo ... freeee .... aaah ahh ahhhhhh....."
You get the idea. We've heard Abby doing this over the monitor in the wee moments before she gives up the ghost and slips into sleep. She does it over and OVER again.
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Before I forget, I have to ask our readers for a question/favor: does anyone out there have a crib that we can borrow for a bit? One of ours is on loan - both, actually, are on loan - but one is needed back at its rightful place since its owner is prepping for twins. Twins! If they were only having one kid, we would refuse to return it, but since it's twins...well, we're suckers for multiples. We're just a wee bit shy of going to toddler beds, so we'll need another crib for a bit. Anyone have something not on recall collecting dust in the attic? We'd love to clean it for you.
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This morning we cozied in for a day of laziness and frivolity, and ended up with one of those mellifluous, spontaneous days of doing the kind of nothing that feels like something. Played. Danced. Sang. Watched the Vikings game.
We assuaged our sense of apathy in the afternoon with a trek out to Ridgedale Mall, for the sole purpose of their public play area just outside the Sears. I grew worried when we got close and saw no less than 392 kids frolicking in the playground, which is roughly the size of 1992 Dodge Dynasty. And in an elegant display of the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle, not one kid ever stopped moving, giving the illusion of just an amorphous electron cloud of youth.
I want desperately to not be one of those overprotective parents, but it is hard to let my kids run free into play areas of utter chaos. In my defense, our kids were some of the youngest and smallest there, and my GOD Abby is the tiniest kid. She would wander out into the fray - kids sprinting everywhere - and become like a little dandelion spore on the winds. Of course she loved it all, and would come running back laughing and smiling and latch onto our legs before doing it all again. Lily, in a very out-of-character move for her, was being quite shy and reserved. She still had a good time playing, but held back whenever there was other people around.
At one point, though, I was playing with Lily, swinging her around. I put her down; she said, "More, More!" quite insistently. I replied, "No, you go out and play." She said, "Okay," and toddled off into the crowds of kids. I was pretty amazed at that one, actually.
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I mentioned a long, long time ago about how we would sometimes mine YouTube for cheesy 80's music to play for the girls during dinnertime. A couple nights ago we revisited this tradition, and I thought I would include our playlist here. I can't say why we chose these songs, it just sort of happens organically with no real thought put into it. But please feel free to enjoy.
Day three hundred and twenty one.
Oh! We actually just took a crib apart and were looking to dispose of it, so it's yours if you want it. It's nothing too fancy, but served us well. Let me know!
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