We've had a breakthrough! While Dash and Liam will chant Pompa's name all the day long, poor Grandma was assigned anonymity. They can identify her fine, just wouldn't say her name. So we've been trying out Meema and just last night, Dash morphed it into Mimi. And it stuck. Oh boy it stuck. Well, it did for Dash, Liam is currently saying Teetee. Which is, you know, really funny. But give him a day or two and I bet he'll come around. Grandma/Mimi couldn't be happier! Grandma Zechiel is going to want to jump on the bandwagon.
Mimi is an art teacher but neither Sean nor I had seen her art room. We took advantage of a teacher workshop day to go pay a visit.
She has all sorts of elementary level art books that the boys enjoyed.
Liam's learning about animal anatomy.
Dash is finding shapes.
And here they are identifying chiaroscuro in a Caravaggio. Maybe. Maybe not.
There was a warped mirror that these little men quite enjoyed.
Wow, it's like there's twins! heh.
There was yarn to play with...
And the color "boo" to identify. As usual. Though they've also been repeating "gn" and "puh puh" and "[tongue click]" for black and "rrrruh." Correctly identifying the color is not yet in the picture. Last night, Liam was repeating color names in a really silly way and laughing at himself. He knew he was being funny. I love them.
They can be very organized boys, organizing their crayons and their cars and such. So orderly.
Then there was lots of coloring. Of course! It's an art room!
Finally finally finally, the boys got to experience some snow!
I bundled them up in all sorts of mismatched gear- jacket and winter coat, hat and two hoods, a second layer of pants, gloves, and plastic over their shoes (which made things so very slippery). That didn't prevent them from getting very snowy and very happy. Happiness came in the form of sledding. See for yourself.
We let them sled on their own.
They loved it. Their mom about had a heart attack.
Saturday morning Sean and I awoke to some early rising kids. When we tumbled out of bed, we noticed it felt rather cold. I checked the thermostat, which was set normal but the house temp read low. The heater was even running but the air wasn't warm. After Sean checked out the pilot light and such, we couldn't figure out what was wrong, so we called a repair company. The dude came out, looked at our furnace once and remarked how amazingly old and dangerous our model was, then looked again and saw that it had three cracks. He immediately told us he could not work on it because of the danger and shut off the gas. And told us to get a new furnace. So we did. And it was an all day affair.
Once the installers came, Dash and Liam had to be around to keep an eye on things. But we had to keep them plenty occupied so they wouldn't scurry up the attic ladder themselves (which they proved they can do quite easily...). Out came the touchpad.
Sometimes they play so well together on it. And sometimes they play so horribly together on it.
Sean kept up his studying while keeping tabs on the workers.
The boys liked to follow the workers' progress as they went out to their truck.
There it is, the 40 year old furnace that is no longer.
They spent quite a bit of time telling me how the truck is blue. In fact, they spend quite a bit of time every day telling me how everything is "booo," even if it's yellow or green or red.
And then Liam reacted to the sound of the drill:
Ha ha ha, now that's a face.
They got to wear their jackets all day. Dash was sooo happy when he remembered he had a hood he could wear.
They also had loads of fun playing with the stair gate that had been temporarily translocated to the guest room. Such simple things, such fun.
The installers were there for about four hours- quite an ordeal. And it didn't end there. The boys slept fitfully through the night and I discovered why the next morning- it was broiling in their room. Sean looked around and saw that the installers knocked a duct loose. But they came and fixed that on Monday, so we just turned the heat really low until then. Phewf! How unexpected.