Let Them Have Their Tar Tar Sauce

Spring has not been ready to sprung. We had snow showers into May. We have had sun, and warm, but not consistent enough to feel into the mood. This last week, we seemed to turn a corner. There were fair days quite often, with a weather report threatening rain "tomorrow". We got the rain this afternoon. And we got a pretty good juke this morning, with a red sunrise. Then it cleared, and felt like summer. Now we have the rain.
Ethan had his last game of the spring soccer season. They have done well. It is interesting to see their growth. I do have to sit back and remind myself that they are 7yr olds. But then they string together some passes, or cover someone elses' position and it makes them look good. Because in the next instant, they are running into each other (their own team mates), tripping over their own feet, or whiffing so hard they fall down on a slowly rolling ball. Ethan was into every moment he was on the field, and was a little upset that the coach took him out. We had good weather for the game this weekend.
Riles is having fun in Gymnastics. At least she comes home telling me a lot of stories. Using words I am supposed to understand. I suppose I should learn, for her sake, so I can at least feign interest. I can appreciate the physical exertion, and skill. I think it also helps Sarah, because she does not have to sit outside in the elements to watch.
Today, I watched them head across the street to the neighbors. Ethan asked if he could go across the street, and took my pause as a "yes". Silence means approval I guess. Riles just went. Before I knew what was happening (I was watching after Keelie, so I am not a complete dolt), I can see through the front window, Ethan and Rieligh in our neighbors driveway. Riles was hanging back a bit, but Ethan went right up to the neighbor kids' scooter and started riding. The kids were not out in the yard. I had half a mind to get over there and explain that one cannot just play on/with others toys. But I only had half a mind, so I sat there stewing, hoping, that something completely inappropriate would not happen. Then he went searching for the kids, up to the front door, into the yard, just walked around like he owned the place. Riles stayed put. Eventually they did meet up with the neighbor kids, and played for a while (I got the scoop after they got home). But it was interesting to see how Riles hung back, and Ethan charged in, seemingly fearless.
Keelie is talking in a language we don't speak. And She's talking it to us.
There are words present, we simply have to figure out what it is she is trying to communicate. One of the simple things, is that she mixes up gender. She calls me Mommie, and Sarah Daddie. The funny part is that she will do this in the same sentence. -Right now, she is echoing Wii sports baseball: strike. Ball. but "foul ball" is boona type word, which has morphed to a "pah baw" type word. Double is being repeated over and over. - She says up, when she means down, and visa-versa. Holjieu for hold you, which actually means hold me. "Hep you" is Help you which actually means help me. Share is a one way street. (She is 21 mo. so, I should not be surprised) When she says share, she really means let me have some. It DOES NOT go the other way around. There is one word, that sounds like K-hadi, which is used allot. Sometimes in a sentence. And there is frustration when we do not comply. We have yet to figure out what the word means.
The Wii baseball game has turned into a sort of couch WWE type event. There is a lot of noise, and one would think they are fighting at times. But they are not leaving the couch. And there seems to be an understanding. That maybe pain comes with the territory. Anyway, I gotta step in before it gets out of hand....