Did you know the highest YouTube earner in the world is a woman with perfectly manicured nails who opens kids toys and plays with them? You never see her face or body, just her hands. There are hundreds of people who review toys. Some of them do it with their kids, but most of them are adults who know the name of every Hotwheels car.
You might be thinking, what is the target audience? Who on earth would watch that?
Saturday afternoon we took a road trip to Ikea. Now, ikea is only 37 minutes from my house so some of you may be questioning the term "road trip" but trust me, by minute 10 the parents were questioning our decision to go at all, and by minute 27 we were counting down Siri's estimated minutes until arrival. The kids were anxiously awaiting Siri estimating the same number of minutes as their age. At 5 minutes (Claire's age) until arrival they erupted into chanting "5,5,5,5" which lasted until it switched to 4. At 3 minutes (Noah's age) until arrival the chant was repeated. At 1 (Millie's age) they decided that instead of chanting "1" they would just say "da da" over and over, because Millie can't say 1 but she can say "da da." All three of them chanted for all of minute 37. It was the best minute of the whole trip.
Here is Millie climbing the stairs during dance class. I call this her "Drew Carey" dress because I swear she looks just like Mimi in it.
Noah saw a marble set and really wanted it and I really wanted him to go to bed without sneaking out and down the stairs to "help with the dishes," so We struck a deal; he would stay in bed after he was kissed goodnight and I would get him a marble set.
I took a video of him using it and asked him how long he had to work for it. His reply, "like seven years." Yes, something like seven years.
Next step is getting him to stay in his bed all night long. I'm going to have to start saving up.
Claire is back on dance classes. I don't have any pictures of her--which is a shame because she is suddenly all long limbs and graceful movements.
The only picture I have from dance class is of Millie. Millie is too, too noisy for dance, so she and I walk the halls, while Noah plays on the iPad. Millie's favorite thing to do is have me lift her up so she can peer through the galley windows so she can point at Claire.