Fun and Games

Lily and Elsa continue to amuse us with their very active imaginations. They are constantly inventing new games to play. Like this morning, Lily presented Mark with a pretend leash and demanded to be taken around the house like a puppy. Only, don't call her a puppy. She's a DOGGIE. Puppies are BABIES. And Lily is NOT a baby. Just don't want anybody to make that mistake if they come to visit.


This weekend, Elsa was really concentrating on a pile of dirt in our front Lawn.
Elsa, what ARE you doing?
I'm planting rocks, Mom.
Ok. Why are you planting rocks?
So, they can grow. (obviously!)
Really? What happens when they grow?
They turn into flowers.



They are still very into playing hospital. Here they are having a baby clinic. They adore the stethoscope and give very thorough checkups. Their bandaid obsession is getting old, though. According to the "Nurse Nancy" book, bandaids are a fix for everything and the girls have been demanding them constantly for every sort of injury.
Mommy. I need a bandaid.
Why?
Lily hurt my feelings.
Or
I'm upset, I need a bandaid.


Here's Dr Elsa working on her sister. Lately, it seems like the girls are either best friends and playmates, or trying to kill each other. There's not a lot of middle ground. Their fighting can be pretty brutal. They can be rolling across the front lawn, biting, scratching and punching. It is a veritable cage match whenever we try and go out in the double stroller. With all the screaming that comes from our house, I'm sure the neighbors think we're all nuts. Little boys have NOTHING on my two girls. We're hoping that preschool will have a civilizing influence on them.


Lily's turn to be doctor.


And here they are playing hotel. (when they are supposed to be getting ready for bed). The girls decided that their big dollhouse is the hotel. So, they take all their "kids" from the little house in a big minivan. When they drive, I always hear Lily shout. "Put on your seatbelts."
In this instance, I asked the girls what they were doing. They said the kids were eating at the restaurant.


How cute that they remembered to use a tablecloth. My mom would be SO proud.


I wanted to show Great Grandma A that Lily is still obsessed with her new "Moo-cow/Duckie" pjs. She's wanted to wear them almost every night since our vacation.

Lately, the girls are getting a lot better about bedtime. We gave them an alarmclock with big numbers. When the numbers and 8, we start bath and books. Then, when its a 9, we turn out the light and they have to stay in their beds. We can hear them giggling together and chatting for a long while after lights out. So cute! Then, the rule is they have to stay in bed until there's a 7 on the clock. (we had months of pre-6am wakeups). Yesterday morning, Lily ran into our room bawling.

What's wrong, Lil?
Mama, I don't want 7 to come. Go away 7! I want to stay in bed.

Now, maybe we can convince her to sleep PAST 7. Wouldn't that be great.