midwinter break day 2

Today's theme seemed to be video games and how best can we use them as weapons. Even the baby of the group was fiercely possessive of "his" DS and really let you know when the game was not going according to plan! Of course, SweetPea was just as angelic when we switched our my white DS for one of the broken blue ones (broken because the touch screen is kind of shoddy on when it will play.... a feature that PorkChop needed to be able to use to color). And don't let Punk and Peanut fool you... they could get just as rowdy when one of their Pokemon, Digi-mon, or whatever they had killed the other. Because, you know, the object of a fight is NOT to kill the other player but just to fight indefinitely, never going anywhere, never making any headway, just battling. Kind of like how today was here.....

mini gamers

Thankfully, our little video game wars took a break for dance class. Blessed peace and quiet until PorkChop decided that he didn't want to be AT the dance studio tonight, he wanted to be IN the dance class. And leading a tot-sized rebellion with the other toddler there, they made their way into the classroom time and time again. Again though, it wasn't all bad.... SweetPea did listen to her teacher this week (four and a week old means that you have better listening ears than four years old), although she did miss out on her favorite part of class, Freeze Dance, because she kicked her own ankle and made it too tender to stand on (could have also been the fall off the kitchen step this morning while playing dragons).

Tonight though is going to a rough one and I know it. PorkChop has his ultrasound appointment in the morning which means that my little Gremlin cannot have anything to eat after 7am. How I am going to get my little boob monster to realize that he cannot have his morning boob/snuggle session with his sissy and I, I am not sure. My plan for now is to keep him up way past his bedtime in hopes that he will sleep in tomorrow (and might even continue to sleep on the hour drive to the hospital). My alarm is also set for 645 (blah!) so I can give him a quick suck suck before the cut off time. With luck, we can do this with minimal tears.... And I think that Porker will be ok too.