The Littles in March

I took a lot of pictures of Tiny in undies in March because it's exciting and cute when they start wearing undies, and the wedgies are amazing.

At first I thought Tiny was going to be miraculously easy to potty train. She only had two accidents the first week. At the end of that week, I thought, "Are we done? Was that it?" But no, since then she's had plenty of accidents. It hasn't been super terrible, but it hasn't been as trouble-free as it originally seemed.

Tiny went to the dentist. 

Wrenzy and Tiny have no problem going to Jim and my dentist, so we never got a referral to a pediatric dentist.

Tiny read The Gunniwolf. I'm too lazy to try to edit this video. Note in the beginning how she refers to Little Girl as "Little Tiny" because that's how Jim reads it, to make it about Tiny.

I started reading lessons with Wrenzy, and she was excited about them. In the beginning of that Gunniwolf video, she said, "Maked one!" as she finished writing a letter. We got through some lessons but petered out as time went on. It's hard to find time. I'm hoping this summer we can do them regularly.

We have a ton of headbands the girls never wear. One day, though, Tiny and Wrenzy got into them, and we went on a walk with the littles looking quite fancy. 

There were a few other walks, too, when they were less fancy. The green was nice, and I like the yellow flowers (weeds?) down at the end of the cul de sac.

We went out with Matix when he was over for our semi-regular playdate. That's Matix in the lead and Wrenzy behind him.

When Kristi dropped Matix off that day, she gave us a size-6 dress that Ella doesn't wear anymore. Tiny was convinced it was for her. It almost worked as a full-length number.

Jim was very anxious to move Tiny into the triple bunk. I had concerns, but one night we did it. It was fun to see the girls together and felt like a momentous occasion. 

That began a horrible nightly ritual of nobody going to sleep and me threatening to move people and then me finally moving Tiny into the crib in the other room. Wrenzy was at least as much of a problem as Tiny was, I think because in the middle bunk she had access to both Ever above and Tiny below. There was lots of movement, lots of leaning over and talking to Tiny, lots of kicking Ever's bunk, etc. Tiny, of course, would also move around a bunch and talk. They just were not capable of settling down when Tiny was in there. After dealing with this for a while, we finally told them Tiny had to be booted back to her crib and could try again on her third birthday. The sad news is I don't think they'll be any better then, but we'll see. 

During Tiny's stint in the bunk bed, I took this pic after they finally fell asleep one night. It depicts a partially nude Wren and a Tiny who's halfway off her bed.

Sometimes we put Wren to bed fully clothed but later find her like this: 

The Monarch butterfly migration went through Oceanside this spring. I don't really know much about it other than that there were apparently two waves, and I've never seen so many butterflies in all my life. One day I looked out back and just saw hundreds of them flying through our yard. It was really neat. I took the littles out to watch them, but they didn't care that much. They were more interested in playing on the playset and jumping on the tramp.

The flowers on the other side of our fence were laden with butterflies, but they didn't show up in pictures.

The next day, Matix was over, and we walked up the street to see all the butterflies in the big tree and all over that slope of flowers just down from the tennis courts. On the way, Matix taught us about eating sour grass. Wrenzy was really into it.

The tree with all the butterflies:

We finished reading Charlotte's Web with Wrenzy and moved onto Roald Dahl.

The girl who checked us out at Target gave the girls stickers. In the parking lot, I looked down and saw that Tiny had chosen to wear one of hers right between the eyes.

This video isn't of much. I am keeping it as a snapshot of Wrenzy at this age.

Tiny gets attached to jammies and won't let them go, even when they're totally not acceptable anymore. Her "purple bird jammies" were size 18 months, so small and so holey, but she refused to retire them. Eventually I did it without her knowledge, and she only asked for them tearfully a few times afterward. 

Somehow these super-old hand-me-down jammies came into circulation:

They could not have been comfortable with her toes pushing through, but Tiny didn't want me to get rid of them, either. Again, I did it secretly anyway.

Last, Wrenzy wore Jim's sunglasses on the way home from church.