To add to Sam's update, Sariah is now being potty trained. Lots of fun there. Yesterday I was laying on the couch, and Sam was like, "So... Sariah peed today." I was like, "That's great!" But then Sam said, "Wait, hear me out... I left her on her kid potty that she is training on, while she watched Dora on TV."
Sam: "And I went upstairs for like 2 minutes and then she yelled up, "Mommy, I went potty!" And then I came down and she'd peed on the pillow on the couch."
Me: "What pillow?!"
Sam: "The one you're laying on... but I wiped it off!"
(artistic license used in spots, but that's about how it went)
Sariah can be a terror sometimes. She can't seem to control he excitement when we're going to go over to one of her friend's houses, and she can't control her sadness when it's nap time... or when she woke up too early from a nap (she can be a terror... crying randomly at anything... and requesting stuff that is out of our power to give her... like a real horse, and then freaking out when we can't deliver). I'd like to blame it on hormones... but she's only 2.
Both kids seem to play well with each other at this point... though Ben thinks that the way you say hi to someone is to attack them and bite them. Best case scenario is that you get covered in drool, but no teeth marks are left on the skin. Then he just sits there and smiles up at you... with 6 sharp teeth.
Last night I took the kids for a jog around 8pm... why so late, you ask? Because I'd offered that we go out walking at around 6:30pm, and Sariah didn't want to go... but then when it was bedtime, she soddenly HAD to go out for a walk! Anyway, they were in the jogging stroller covered in a blanket (it was 52 degrees out), and I was in shorts and a t-shirt running them around the neighborhood in spurts as fast as I could run (that's how I do it. I'm sure Sam runs them at a nice even pace for miles, while I tend to just run as fast as I can go until I can't run anymore, and then I walk to catch my breath... while Sariah yells, "Go fast again daddy!" Rinse and repeat).
Anyway, we were out on this "jog" and these neighbors of ours have a big blow up horse that has a grim reaper riding on top that makes scary noises... it's all Sariah could talk about for the rest of the night. "I don't like the big horse Daddy... it's scary!" So cute... but we didn't go by that house again.
Some friends of ours took their small children (one is just older than Sariah, and one is between her and Ben's age) to a Halloween store, and I guess the dad saw this display and pushed the button, and this life sized fake baby pops out (covered in blood) and eats this human hand with the sound of screams coming from speakers. This freaked their older kid out pretty bad (he's 3) and for the next several days he kept talking about the "bad baby" that was really dirty and needed to be cleaned up.
I guess a blow up grim reaper on a horse isn't so bad compared to that.