Grow like a teacher.

Recent happenings:

Liam's officially moved off of his crib mattress on the floor into a twin bed with a frame. It was a non- event, really. We took his crib mattress sheet off to wash it and he said, "my bed is broken." Which is true, as the mattress had tears in both sides and had sheets on both sides to hold the stuffing in. I'm certainly not sorry to see it go. And here's hoping it will lessen the THUMPTHUMPTHUMPDIVE that we would constantly hear at bedtime. Now he has to heave himself UP into the big bed =)

He's peeing and pooping on the potty, for those who keep track of that sort of thing. He's very, very proud. Mostly of his Batman underwear, but hey, everyone's gotta have something.

Carrie attended her first girls- only birthday party and had a wonderful time. She even received a thank you note for her gift of valentine pencils and construction paper. Bless you, Grace's mom.

While it hasn't snowed substantially (thank goodness for spell check- took me three tries to get that right) this week, we still have over a foot in places. Carrie has been commenting that she's like Jesus: He walked on water, but she walks on snow. It's true. She looks like Legolas on Caradhas when he walks on top of the snow. She doesn't weigh enough to crunch through it.

I have no explanation for the next one. When we encourage Liam to eat so he can grow big, or to sleep so he can grow, he usually replies, "yes! So I can grow like a teacher!" We used to tell Carrie to sit up tall like Shawn. Sometimes it's tall like Hinrew. For Liam, apparently it's tall like a teacher. Who knew?

Next week is the 100th day of school. That's a big deal around here. Carrie has already taken in to school a baggie filled with 100 minty circles (Wintogreen lifesavers to the rest of you) and a bag of 100 hair ties. I believe 100 day is Wednesday, so be sure to ask her about that if you call.

We hosted Nina & Bing on Tuesday night so their parents could have a date. Usually Liam is infatuated with those younger than him, but I was impressed at how helpful Care Bear was to Bing. She kept track of his sippy cup and brought him toys with buttons that made noise. It was nice to see her being tender-hearted. Liam was a bit louder than Bing was used to, I think. They all had a great time reading books, running around, hopping like frogs, eating Cheerios, and generally making each other and myself laugh all night. Fun times!

It was -4 when we left for the bus stop this morning. Poor Care Bear threw a grand mal tantrum when I insisted she wear tights under her pants. Apparently they were "bunchy" and were bugging her inside her shoes. That's her word for any type of clothing that she doesn't want to waer. It can be for cute, fitted T shirts in that they are too tight under her armpits. It can be the way a sock might scootch up around her toes or heels. It could be sleeves of a shirt once a coat has been put on over top. I'm sure she'll strip down with much relief once she gets home. Hey, I have tights on too. With socks on top. It could never drop below 70 again and I wouldn't be sorry. At this point, I don't think she would mind either.

Stay warm, everyone, and be well.