Sandbox

The kids were outside today while I was making dinner when Sam called, "mom, I think someone or something pooped in my sandbox."
"Okay, was it you or Vivian?" I asked through the window trying to quickly narrow it down.
Silence while Sam examined the evidence and thought about this, "no.  It wasn't me and Vivian still has  her shorts and diaper on.  It must have been an animal.  It's very little."
"Did you touch it?" I asked.
"No, I smelled it and now I see it.  Can you change the sand in the sandbox?"
"Not right now, we'll talk to Daddy when he gets home.  Scoop it in the bushes with a shovel and come up and wash your hands."
I heard the sound of the sand hitting the bushes and shortly afterwards Sam appeared in the kitchen."Go and scrub your hands," I instructed him and then realized there was no little patter of feet behind him.
"Sam, where is Vivian?" I asked.
"Oh, she's outside still," he told me, as he headed for the bathroom.
"What's she doing?" I asked.
"Eating sand."

A headless shot that Sam took last summer of Vivian and I.  The sandbox is behind us with
the brown cover that can be lowered or raised, for exactly this reason,
but the cord on it is now broken, so it
often remains open.  

Mother's Day

Before dinner at my parents' house with my sister.  Two very serious bike riders on the hottest day (so far) of 2015. 

Pepe y Pepo

Vivian goes to Spanish class on Friday mornings and has for a long time.  When she first learned to walk, her caretaker told me she used to run up and try to take Pepe and Pepo the puppets from the teacher.  I thought she'd grown out of it, but apparently things haven't changed.

The teacher uses the puppets to teach the children.

Vivian decides to take the puppets.

And she teaches the class.

Vivian's Fashion

This is how we roll.  It's slated to be an 80 degree F day.  She had a purple purse with a sippy cup in it also, but left it in the car.

Sam is Learning to Spell

Feliz Cinco de Mayo

Vivian's caretaker is Mexican and she dressed the girls up in traditional Mexican clothing for Cinco de Mayo.

The Hundred Acre Wood

We passed by a small stretch of a wooded area in the car yesterday and Sam asked, "mom, is that the Hundred Acre Woods?" (we have been reading Winnie the Pooh lately).

"No, it's not the Hundred Acre Woods." I told him. 

"But if it was," he continued, "would Tigger get ticks?"

"Um..."

"Because he really should protect himself.  He should wear long sleeves, and socks, pants, maybe even a hat and mittens... bouncing all around like that... all through the tick areas.  He should probably even wear sneakers.  And he should be a lot more careful."  

Prepared for the Day

Wearing mittens for this 70 degree day and homemade pirate gear.