At bedtime last night, I finally got to read "The Day I Swapped My Dad for Two Goldfish" to The Boy. I realized that the only issue with reading that to him was that he didn't understand the concept of "swap." Oh, well. It is still a funny story, even if some of the British turns of phrase were strange to him. Everyone was up past ten o'clock last night because all three children took naps from about 4:30 until 5:30 or 6, which is less than ideal.
Over the weekend, Grandma and Grandpa took the boys for about four hours on Saturday afternoon, freeing up The Wife and me for a bit of time. So, we did what any married couple with multiple children would do, given free time: we went home and took a nap. Well, I napped. She had a concert for which to prepare. They also picked up Chinese food for them, the boys, and me on Sunday night, when it became apparent that The Wife wouldn't be home from her performance until late late. I had been planning on taking the kids (and The Wife, if she made it in time) out to a Mexican-style place (I thought about subjecting my children's digestive tract to Taco Bell for the first time, but I really didn't want to deal with the consequences. I probably would have settled for Applebee's or Eat'n'Park, because they're close and have had Mexicans inside them, at some point, which is close enough). I have never turned down free, yummy food, particularly when it provides enough leftovers for lunch for a couple of days as well. Hooray, Grandma and Grandpa!
I also heard an amazingly cute thing. Grandpa and I took the boys to Blue Slide Park on Saturday morning. The Baby had a particularly dirty diaper, so I took him back to the car to get changed. The older boys and Grandpa walked down the path a bit. When we came back to the park, The Baby wandered around, saying, "Little Bear! Where are you? Little Bear! Where are you?" It was amazing cute. The cuteness of this doesn't translate - but he did use (name) Bear! in his questing.
The Baby can climb like a fiend. It's pretty amazing. I know that Little Bear was quite the climber, but I don't think he climbed with quite the zest that The Baby does. He probably shouldn't be able to climb the things he does, and I'm certain that I probably shouldn't be allowing it. He's just so GOOD at it!