Our Own Brand of Busy

I would say we've been busy lately but busy has a weird definition in a house with a toddler and an infant.  We have been busy:  trying to go potty in the bathroom, learning how to eat solids, and learning that every color isn't "red" but it isn't the kind of busy that sounds very exciting to people who actually leave their house on a daily basis.  Be that as it may, it is the kind of busy that creates a lot of laundry.

What we've been up to:

Little R has been busy suddenly looking older.  When did she turn into a kid instead of a toddler?

Sweet Z has been busy sorting through the toys we dump on his lap.  Now that he can sit up with some degree of confidence Big R and I have made the progressive parenting decision to sit him on the floor and surround him with as much stuff as possible in the hopes that he will be entertained for more than 5 minutes.

 Little R is not a climber and wasn't able to get onto our chairs or couches.  Until yesterday when I was doing the dishes after dinner and found her sitting here like this.  I guess she figured it out.  She couldn't look more smug about it, could she?

She has also been taking an active interest in taking care of her Naked Babies.  All of them.  This here is definitely a result of her watching us feed Sweet Z solids this week.

Sweet Z  has been busy trying to eat his own fist.  He'll figure out how to get the whole thing in his mouth by the end of the week, I'm sure.   Also, real men don't wear shirts.  Even in Fargo when the temperature hasn't entered the double digits in days.

Oh, and as mentioned above, Sweet Z has been eating solids.  They are usually received better than this, thankfully.  In fact he is eating his way through all of the Stage 1 foods with a real vigor which definitely assuages our fears that we are incapable of raising a child who eats vegetables.