Amyesq posted an adorable video a couple of days ago of her twins trying to walk, which reminded me that neither DH nor I had ever gotten around to posting this video.

They used to be so little.

Every Tuesday the Cupcakes’ class picks people for the classroom jobs; Line Leader, Door Holder, Caboose, Calendar Helper and the most coveted job of them all, VIP. The VIP gets to wear the VIP crown and sit in the VIP chair all week long. H2 was so excited yesterday it was almost impossible to get her to take off the crown.

And they sing the VIP song:

That sounds right to me.

We play. Here in the PNW we spend months without seeing much of the sun. On Easter it poured down rain. But yesterday the sun came out, at least for a little while, so we went outside.

We went grocery shopping. (Please excuse the crummy photo quality. They were taken on my cell phone. But, hey, I’ve got photos.)

Then, after ‘nap’, we went to the park. Clever mommy that I am I had stashed the clever little bubble-stuff rings they’d gotten in some Easter eggs on Saturday in my purse. When the sun came out I was ready…

(S2 is in the yellow jacket)

And it’s a good thing that we got out when we did. The weather forecast is for rain, rain, rain and near-freezing temperatures until Friday.

Happy Easter Everyone!

I know what we’ll be eating…

The Cupcakes are three years old now and you’d think that they would have some interest in this topic. There’s been a mini-baby boom at their school. Over the past six months four of the other children have gotten baby siblings. And the school director had a baby in February. Despite seeing pregnant women almost every day at school they never once showed any interest in why the other mommies’ tummies were getting bigger and bigger. No embarrassing “why is Daisy’s mommy so fat” questions. Nothing. Even when I tried to bring it up. They couldn’t care less.

Babies are another story. They love, love, love babies. They notice babies everywhere.

This morning in the car on the way to school they noticed a woman walking down the street pushing a stroller. Cries of “Baby!!!! Mama!!!! Baby!!!” erupted from the back seat.

“That’s right, sweeties. That’s a baby.” ‘Hmm…’ , I think. ‘Let’s try this one more time’

“Sweeties, do you know where babies come from?” (There’s nothing like the direct approach.)

“YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”, they shout, arms waving excitedly, grinning with glee at their own cleverness.

‘Oh, really???’ This is news to me…

“S2, H2, can you tell me where babies come from?”

“TREES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” More waving and grinning.

Now you know, too.