"I want to go golfing."

On Monday morning, Henry couldn't have looked any cuter today in a new outfit. Henry and Jeff had the following conversation:

JEFF: Winnie the Pooh and Tigger are golfing. [Jeff pointing to Henry's shirt.]
HENRY: I want to go golfing.
JEFF: Someday we'll go golfing together.
HENRY: I want to go golfing with you. We can get in the car and go to the golf course together.
JEFF: You have to go to school.
HENRY: I don't want to go to school. I want to go golfing.

And yes, for a moment, Jeff considered taking the day off to go golfing with Henry. I suspect that if Jeff's knee wasn't still in recovery, he'd have done it in a heart beat.

I took the kids to school. It takes 1.5 hours to get the kids up and out the door. We have to figure out some way to short that time up. No problems getting everyone inside. I dropped off Baby A. Took Miss R and Henry to their respective rooms and got their clean blankets into their baskets. Then, I swung back to Baby A's room and got her sheets and bottles unpacked. Then, it was back to the car to get Henry's glasses and take them to his room. He was pleased to see me. I said hello to several of the kids who know that I'm "Henry's mom."

In the afternoon, Miss R and Henry were picked up by Grammy and Poppy. I gather that they were very much in toddler mode. Apparently, Miss R put Grammy's white blanket on the floor, which was OK with Grammy. Henry tried to pick up one of the edges, and Miss R got possessive and decided to body slam Henry to the floor. Lovely. Henry was in whine mode. When Grammy and Poppy dropped off the kids at 7:30PM, I heard Grammy tell Henry to stop being a "butt head," which I figured meant that the kids had overextended their welcome.

The kids were hyper when they arrived. Jeff wrestled with them for a half hour. Their favorite part was Jeff holding them up in the air by their waistlines and the kids yelling "We can fly! We can fly!"

I picked up Baby A after work. Baby A was a bit fussy. She's not eating as much as she was, but she didn't want her pacifier or to play with Dennis the Red Hen (toy). She did some incredibly impressive tummy time, where she held herself at a 90 degree angle for two minutes. She eventually passed out on my chest.

Jeff got The Twins to bed. Miss R did a sommersault out of bed when she was horsing around and landed hard on the floor. She's OK. Hopefully, she'll learn from the event...unlike certain boys I know.

Signing off...