I just put the kids down for a nap. They are exhausting when you just let them go and do their thing. For about 45 minutes CootieGirl ran from the playroom through the dining room into the living room, encouraging CootieBoy to scream and chase her. We took a break for some food and Dora the Explorer, then ran around some more.
Then we moved upstairs where they began a screaming battle (some of which I recorded for your later viewing pleasure), then pulled out ALL of their toys (and by “all” I literally mean ALL) and began throwing things around. After another 45 minutes of this on a whim I picked up CootieBoy and put his pacifier in his mouth and he promptly dropped his head on my shoulder. The poor kid was exhausted after playing for a few hours with his sister. He all but dove into his crib, whereas CootieGirl wanted to continue to play. I got her into her bed though, and urged her to get some sleep. No idea if she’s actually down, but I’m going to peek in there when I’m done posting and make sure she’s not up and playing again.
Then I’ll head downstairs to clean up, make some lunch, and watch a movie. And possibly take a nap during aforementioned movie. I’m tuckered out!
Oh, and playdoh is non-toxic, right? I was in the kitchen cleaning up after CootieBoy ate his lunch and came back in the living room to find CootieGirl handing over some pink playdoh to CootieBoy, who promptly put it in his mouth and swallowed it. He seems fine, and I figure we’ll have some very nice colors in his p0op in the next day or so, but still – it’s a bit unnerving to see a pick piece of playdoh sticking out of your son’s mouth.