The weather today is warm, but this is what we woke up to. Thick thick fog. The Oldest Kidlet had a hard time understanding why we couldn’t see the hills- though I wish I could have gotten a picture of the deer up in the fog. That was cool.
But it was beautifully foggy- where you could see a little bit in front of you, but everything else vanishes. Bits of buildings, and plants appear as you drive. When I was little, my sister and I used to call them Brigadoon days, after the movie/musical. (If you haven’t seen it, check it out. It’s quite a treat.) I snapped the picture after dropping off the Oldest Kidlet, pulling over to the side of the pretty empty road and putting on my blinkers for the few seconds it took to take.
Yesterday was the Little Kidlet’s birthday. He’s 3! We had a nice low key day- his party is this weekend. However, there is one thing that has given me the blues- it’s that inevitably, birthday kids are on their worst behavior around their birthday. I’m not sure if it’s growing pains, or something psychological with knowing that it’s a special day. My little mellow kid? Did nothing but provoke fights with his brother yesterday, and then today threw a never ending tantrum.
First he didn’t want to go pick up his brother. But he didn’t want to stay home with my mother-in-law, either. So I put him in the car. He was mad that I wouldn’t let him take his ball in to pick up his brother. Then he was mad that I wouldn’t let him steal another kid’s schoolwork, and after I explained it wasn’t the Oldest Kidlet’s, threw a fit that I wouldn’t let him hold THOSE papers.
There’s a little wooden trolley outside the school that the preschoolers all seem to stop at. Oldest Kidlet hopped up while the little guy obsessed over the papers I was holding in my hand. The oldest one hopped off the trolley, ready to go home and that’s when the little guy realized he’d missed his window to play. I carried him to the car, and he cried. Flipped out. So much that he wore himself out and fell asleep on the 15 minute drive home.
Thankfully he’s in a better mood right now.
My parents are dropping by with the beds that they made for the boys today. My little guys are graduating to twin sized beds! Of course, this means I’m sure to have a few nights were both boys are getting up… but I’m so excited for them! I’ll make sure I get plenty of pictures- and maybe even some of their room, since I’m going to finally paint the murals on the walls. But as a teaser- the beds are knock-offs of Pottery Barn Teen’s Store-It Bed. My parents found a pattern for it, and made it- for a fraction of the cost from Pottery Barn Teen (Each bed would be $599, not including tax and S&H).