Something neat about having kids is that you discover that EVERY experience is a learning experience. We've been playing ENDLESS games of hide and seek. Something I've learned: there aren't a lot of places to hide in our house. Something else I've learned: that doesn't do a lick to discourage B-man and N-man from wanting to play constantly.
Another interesting fact I've discovered: while I feel like my pregnant belly is still little, it's now officially too big to fit under the bed.
Perhaps playing hide and seek is mostly a learning experience for me.
For the boys, they both are in a "love to count" stage. We were driving in the car last night, and they starting counting together. They got up to 29, then they both paused, as if they were waiting for the other one to say what number came next. So I prompted them: "What comes after 29?" The pause drags out for a minute, then N-man pipes up excitedly, "Ready or not, here I come!"
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Random related post: This isn't the first time we've had hilarity in the car around what number comes after 29. See this post for B-man's take on alternatives to thirty!
The Balance by Neal Wooten
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Canus is a land in which three races of man live in precarious balance with
one another. The Fathers of the city in the sky, the Scavs (who call
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4 comments:
Loved the new and old posts. Be careful getting on your hands and knees while pregnant - you might not get up again!
LOL!!
...I don't think that my NON-pregnant belly could fit under the bed. Hm. And I'm not sure I want to try - I know I'd get stuck! ack :)
I think funky-seven may be my favorite number ever!
My two youngest like to say twenty eight, twenty nine, twenty ten! And then they wait for me to react with, "What? Are you sure?" Much giggling ensues every time.
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