Get out of the House

This may hurt a little but it is something you will get used to. The kids were not notably cute. There is nothing recorded to show how cute they are, nor were there any memorable phrases. They have been effort and real for some time.

Excrement. The first paragraph is not entirely accurate. Be careful, you might say something that you really mean. The accurate part is that nothing has been recorded for sharing. But it is not as though they have stopped being four year olds. They are as cute as they have been, it is simply that I, for one, have found other matters pressing preventing me from recording.

The magic jumping bean grudge cage match has progressed. Tonight they found it more fun to bounce off the walls. It seems they noticed that the force of two going against the wall pays dividends in launching them in the opposite direction. I guess the focus was diverted to getting maximum rebound, vs. the trying to get the upper hand I was noticing earlier. It no longer was antagonistic.

There has been a fascination with bugs as well. Bugs of all shapes. Ethan prefers the "roazie poazies", but is just as happy with beetles. The determination to find them seems to have picked up a bit lately. Both Rileigh and Ethan spend their outside time looking for creepy crawlies. A prime example was this evening, when Rileigh tumbled out of the thunder bubble. It so happened that this action brought her eyes close to some interesting subjects. Ethan noticed his sister's interest in the ground and curiosity got the better of him. Thus the rebound fiesta was put on hold, in order to better explore the ground. Being parents, Sarah and I inquired as to what was so interesting. This brought Rileigh over, with a worm draped between her hands (I think it was almost as long as she is tall), and more dangling from both hands. Parents tossed cookies, and with pale faces and weak voices, informed our daughter to let the worms go back home. She was not happy with this, and tried to pass off a few of her precious cargo to Ethan, under the guise of going to the dirt. She was not sly enough, and so it was stressed that the worms really wanted to be in the ground and left to their own interests- and that we did not know what those were, but it would be akin to a hand coming from the sky and pulling us out of our house. This seemed to register at some level, so another round of championship rebounding began and was enough to distract her. All day, they have been bringing in rollie pollies, beetles, and "lady bugs", so that they would not lose their friends. Somehow we have failed to express that bugs do not belong in the house. I am going to be on my toes for a while. Head on a swivel type thing.