June 28

And now, I will make up for my blog-slacking this week with a barrage of photographs that will leave you speechless with wonderment that a woman who is 11 months pregnant can accomplish so much in one day.

(OK, the last part may be a slight exaggeration. But I was out way past bedtime last night, and Chris left right as the kids woke up at 6 this morning, drove five hours for a meeting, drove five hours back, and returned at 7 pm. So I'm pretty proud that I was able to entertain my children so well, for so long, especially because at this point in my pregnancy and the summer, my patience begins to wear thin by naptime.)

First, we did nothing. I lured the children back to bed with the promise of Berenstein Bears on PBS, and I slept.

Then we ate breakfast.

Then we read.

Then we played outside.

Then we washed all of the windows in the living area. I gave Caleb his own spray bottle of cleaning solution, and he handled it like the grave responsibility that it was.  Daisy was peeved that all she got was a measly rag, but she helped nonetheless.

Then lunch.

Then naps. 

Then I almost got to nap, but Daisy woke up and needed to be re-settled.

Then Caleb woke up after not quite two hours, and padded down the hall with the apology, "Sorry I didn't nap very long, Mommy!" I told him that his options were to play by himself in the front rooms, go back to his room and do whatever he wanted, or grab some books and climb into my bed. He chose option #3, and "read" to me while I dozed until Daisy woke up for real.

Then, we played in the pool.

That whistle. Oh, how they love that whistle. 

Isn't she funny? She was so happy to be playing outside!

She's just a sweet little bug.

Daisy was happy just to pose for my endless photos. That never happens!

Then, she got her hands on  that treasured whistle. Can you see the joy in her eyes?

Caleb was not so willing to cooperate with my picture-taking. He was cold and wet.

 I told him to lay in the sunshine to warm up, so he did this:

He was pretending he was Prince Eric, from The Little Mermaid. Because apparently Prince Eric plays a flute at one point?

Then I got them dried off and in new clothes, and I began making dinner. I came out to check on them, and found that Daisy had pulled all of the jars of paint out from the easel storage area and arranged them into a rainbow.

She happily counted them, over and over.

 Then she counted them again.

Once more, from a different perspective. Funny girl.

Then we ate dinner, and when the kids were finished, Daisy asked, "We go you big bed?"

I saw no reason why we couldn't all roll around in bed for a while, so I said yes. But then the kids wanted to play the game they call "tent", where they pull the covers over their heads. And of course, they wanted me to hide under the covers, too. But it's hard to breathe under the covers, so I decided we should have a real tent, instead.

I used some rubber bands to secure the sheet to the posts of our bed, and they thought it was the best. Thing. Ever.

They played like this for close to an hour. Finally, Chris came home and it was bedtime. 

Caleb has a new book from the library called Meet the Super Heroes, and he is obsessed with it. It features Wonder Woman, who is new to him. He loves her.

LOVES her.

As he got his jammies on tonight, inspiration struck him. He decided he would dress up as Wonder Woman.

This was his costume: 

Jammie shirt.

Blue underwear.

Firefighter rain boots, on the wrong feet.

Hands on hips.

A fierce, crime-fighting stare.

He looks just like Wonder Woman, doesn't he?