Round two of the grandparents bonanza is in full swing this week. Jeff's folks are in town to woo their grandkids and make our garden and house pretty again. Ossie is easy. He ran into the bathroom while I was in the midst of my morning ablutions, busting with happiness. A new bird book! From Grandma and Pop-pop!
He bursts with happiness often these days. Yesterday, jumping across a broomstick, he yelled, "I'm flying!" And then crashed to the ground. Over and over again.
Two mornings ago, I came out of the bedroom to find him skipping high, singing "Chim-chimeny chim-chimeny!" Mary Poppins! Woo! Anything but the Wiggles, is what I say.
Of course we are also midway through horrible illnesses. First, Ossie and his ear infection. Now Matilda is just miserable with pink eye. Ugh.
Speaking of that babilicious baby, Matilda isthisclose to walking. She's funny--she has no failure of imagination when it comes to her physical abilities. You know how most kids (Ossie included) can probably walk before they dare actually, you know, walk? She keeps thinking she can walk already, and always seems rather surprised that she can't.
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