It's been a rough week here. Everyone is nursing a cold. School was on fall break for a whole week. And Juner has not been sleeping- due to a combination of the cold, teething, and a big brother that just wants to be close to his sister all the time.
Henry has developed a very nasty habit of waking June up as often as possible. So on top of the fact that we're all getting about 3 hours less sleep than normal, Henry sneaks into our room (where June naps in the afternoon) and shakes her pack and play until she screams. It's been trying on everyone. We've tried punishment (I actually watched an entire episode of Dragon Tales while Henry had to sit in the other room in time out. That was a punishment for both of us.) and bribery (he lost the chance to take his flashlight to bed last night). But I think maybe we hit the right note today when I promised Henry that we could go to the church playground if he let June sleep.
Henry took a short nap and then played quetly and got to watch some tv while June enjoyed a three and a half hour nap (that poor baby is zonked). Then we got to go the playground! The playground is actually irrelevant. The big draw is that the sand table was just refilled with sand and a ready supply of dump trucks!
We buried five dump trucks before we ran out of sand to pile on top of them.
June loved it. All I had to do was give her a push every couple of minutes and she stayed very happy.
I wish I would have taken the other camera so I could have gotten a video. It's amusing to see a little girl try to kick her legs, thrash her arms, and yell while keeping her tongue out.
When we got home, we had a mini thanksgiving dinner- turkey and sweet potatoes. June ate about 16 times as much as Henry did, which isn't saying much. Afterwards, she was still famished so she had to rumage under the table for scraps.
Henry took a short nap and then played quetly and got to watch some tv while June enjoyed a three and a half hour nap (that poor baby is zonked). Then we got to go the playground! The playground is actually irrelevant. The big draw is that the sand table was just refilled with sand and a ready supply of dump trucks!
We buried five dump trucks before we ran out of sand to pile on top of them.
Poor June was confined to her stroller on account of our "Don't put June on the ground rule." We didn't want to ruin her supper by filling up on leaves and dirt. But we did decide to give the swing a chance.
June loved it. All I had to do was give her a push every couple of minutes and she stayed very happy.
I wish I would have taken the other camera so I could have gotten a video. It's amusing to see a little girl try to kick her legs, thrash her arms, and yell while keeping her tongue out.
When we got home, we had a mini thanksgiving dinner- turkey and sweet potatoes. June ate about 16 times as much as Henry did, which isn't saying much. Afterwards, she was still famished so she had to rumage under the table for scraps. 
Why won't anyone feed this starving child? Can't you see she's wastng away? And reduced to scrounging discarded cheerios off the floor!
