Magma guy at the bus stop
I am being a good sport and playing it many times a day but I wish we could have a bit more variety in our play. He is so obsessed with the game and the guys that he carried the box all the way to the corner to wait for Frost's school bus this morning. I think this photo is funny because whenever Wren is holding a guy he puts it straight in front of his face. He is showing you the guy and in front of his face is center stage.
Despite Mum's departure, things at home are not that quiet either. Our bathroom remodel began on Tuesday (after we returned from Great Wolf Lodge). Current status is: old bathroom removed but no new bathroom begun yet. There have been various wiring debates as well as some issues with the window placement. We are still not firm on the final layout and have not ordered the door or the tiles which can have a 2-3 week lead time. Does this mean we will be showering in the laundry for more than a month? We have yet to see. Watch for Updates!
The bathroom a few days ago. It is now gutted.
The kids are doing ok with using the basement toilet but its a bit hard for Frost at night as he usually wakes at least once to pee and staggers around half asleep. Its hard to walk down to the basement without waking up so we gave him a bucket which he finds a lot of fun. Wren missed his nap yesterday but woke at 6.15am regardless. At bedtime he drank two small cups of hot chocolate and a glass of water. I was concerned he would wet his bed but this morning I was surprised to find Wren asking me if he "had a good sleep?" without any mention of an accident.
"Where did all the water you drank go?" I asked him.
"It went into this leg." he explained, tapping one with his hand. "It has all swished in. Lollipops go in this leg." he tapped the other.
This explanation of his body is a new theme for Wren. Yesterday he ran the whole way home from preschool while I pushed the empty stroller beside him. When he became tired he paused and opened his mouth to pant. Noticing this he told me that he stopped because he was "almost out of battery." or "emptying out from fuel." After a pause he set off running again because he got some left. If he opened his mouth he could get more fuel because "I points at it and the sunlight comes in my mouth!" He could run on sunlight. Don't we all wish?
Here's another of Wren's corporeal explanations. Before breakfast he was smacking his lips.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I am tasting my air," he said.
Reminds me of my wacky friend Sophie years ago who went off on retreat to learn to be a breatharian. She was very hard on herself because she couldn't live on air for the required 5 days. Later, we saw an article in the paper that the couple running the retreat was charged because a guest failed to live on breath, and died. I am hoping to eat banana bread this morning. And breathe.
PS: Wren peeling bark from a local tree. I just loved the depth of field on this picture. I haven't figured out how to control it on my point-n-shoot Canon but this worked.