Got it? "No feet on the grass." There have been DOZENS of signs.
Yesterday he got all self-referential:
("No do-not-allowed signs allowed!")
And the other charts, diagrams, and illustrations continue. Can you guess this one?
It's the digestive system! It was featured in a recently-Netflix'd The Magic Schoolbus (GREAT show, for anyone else with science-minded kids). Those gray things are teeth; the mouth leads to the esophagus and the stomach, with food and stomach acid, then the small and large intestines, and then Sam wrote "no" to indicate that the Magic Schoolbus and its passengers did NOT get released into the toilet.
This next one is a map of our house. Not to scale (those little gray and yellow boxes in the upper left are our respective bedrooms), but all the rooms are on there in their approximate locations.
a geyser:
Recently a periscope caterpillar visited our house:
And this evening after dinner the caterpillar came back, sans periscope, to examine the Bean:
She was delighted to make its acquaintance (as she is generally delighted to make anyone's acquaintance):
Bean's rolling and (assisted, of course) jumping continue. And she gets bored, now, just watching the world go by, so all of the old baby toys, and a handful of new ones, are up from the basement/unpacked/out:
(She can be very serious when she's playing.)
She and the nanny go for a walk at least once a day, and then they take the bus across town to go get Sam. It all seems to work very well (and it's so nice to come home to happy, engaged kids).
Frida had pumpkin for the first time this past week (and several times since), and likes it best mashed into her rice cereal. Banana was not a hit.
We're heading to Las Vegas for the second half of this week-- J. and I are both presenting at a conference, and figured we'd bring the kids. It should be some combination of fun and horrifying (but I think that would be true of Las Vegas with or without kids). Fortunately our presentations are not at the same time. Also, we were alerted to the presence of bedbugs in some LV hotels by a savvy postdoc of J's, so we switched hotels after finding a couple of reports of bugs in the one we'd originally reserved. [shudder] Wish us luck!
Two final notes of the crafty/home-y variety: First, I was inspired by this post on one of my favorite-ever blogs to start baking bread, and have done so twice (two batches, so far 5 loaves with one final loaf's worth of dough in the fridge). It's FANTASTIC. I think I am now officially a regular bread baker. Had never made it before, and despite being left out to rest an hour too long twice, it's been very good each time. (I used a mix of 2/3 white and 1/3 wheat flour, with wheat germ and ground flax seed, and leaving out the vinegar since none of us really likes sourdough.)
And second, I have no idea where I got in my head that I wanted to make felt balls (not from that blog, which I only found after searching for instructions), but I did, and was obsessed for a week, until my supplies arrived in the mail. It was a good intuition, though-- I love them. Have made a few; will post pics in a bit.
So, things have gotten extra crunchy around here-- flax seed in bread and wool felt in balls. (And a sorry, sorry election result, but I won't get into that here. Sigh.)
Sam doesn't usually fall asleep with a stuffed animal, but Boo has made a resurgence recently, and one night when I went in to turn off Sam's light, I found this:
(Boo's full name is Deshaboo Hallay. Boo for short. I thought I'd blogged about this when he was first named (by Sam, in case that's not obvious), but I can't find the post, so maybe it was never written.)
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