1. Harrison is obsessed with Cars and Up, and pretty much all things Pixar. I like this stage. Lennon went through it, and it was fun knowing that I was just a play button away from peace in our home. My three favorite things he does: "UH OH, MAMA MAMA, NOO" (when Woody gets thrown out of the moving van) (because I do the SAME thing in my head. I hate that part). "Mmm mmm" (Racecar noise) "Ball Ball Ball Ball Ball Ball Ball" (trying to count all the balloons in Up).
2. Harrison hates bath time. He screams like it's torture. I haven't figured out a way to deal with this yet, other than to let him get to the point of absolute filth and stink, and then dealing with the screams for the longest two minutes of both our lives. If you have advice for this sort of thing, and by "this sort of thing," I mean a paralyzing fear of all things water and soap, I am open to suggestions.
3. Our house has stayed really clean for the past few months, because I've managed to keep the TV out of the living room. However, I feel that times, they are a'changing, and I'm no longer interested in TVs in the bedrooms. I am ready to take on the mess that goes along with a family television. God be with me.
4. Lennon is a sneak. If we tell her she can't bring something with her to school, or out of the park, or back home from grandma's, she asks us for "Private Time" or she says, "I think I hear Harrison crying. Can you check on him?" so that she can sneak the toy under her shirt, or in her pocket, or, once, in her shoe. She never once has gotten away with it (that I know of) and yet she continues to do it. I am considering saving up for bail now.