We've been having some rough homeschooling days lately (rough as in "let's take three hours to do a page of simple math problems" rough), so we're trying some new methods to promote some personal responsibility (or motivation? or something) and...we'll see how things go tomorrow.
Phoebe has also been suffering a bit of a sleep regression recently, which is to say that we're all completely miserable over here because even her best sleeping isn't fabulous. But she's just about finished cutting her seventh tooth and then perhaps she will simmer down a bit.
Then again, perhaps not.
We scored a baby swing on the Buy Nothing group, which Phoebe was excited about for exactly one day before she realized that now that we have a baby swing she doesn't get to perch on the big kid swings anymore, so she screams and fusses about being put in the swing until I lecture her about how she's just a baby and remind her that if she would just get in the swing she would have fun.
Here she is being pushed by Zoë:
|Alex taking his turn
|Zoë taking her turn
|Miriam felt her away across the carpet to avoid hitting anything, though I think she did hit the couch
|Here's Rachel getting dizzy
My lips ended up about at the frog's forehead, which honestly is probably where I would probably kiss a frog, should I ever be required to.
Rachel wondered whether frogs lick their eyeballs. Geckos, it seems, definitely do. I haven't come across anything saying that frogs do. But evidently when they swallow they seem to blink only because they are stuffing their eyeballs down their throat to help them swallow their food. So there's that.