We have been doing a few updates on our house, now that Dad is away for a few days. Because a) he doesn't snoop around and puts in his 2 cents and b) we surprise him!. Hopefully he will like what we have done to the place. I was cutting the fabric on the floor and the girls decided to turn it momentarily into their boat. Then they (as always) turned to the wool basket and decided to bring in all the passengers aboard another boat...they wanted the big one for themselves.

Las niñas se la viven jugando con mis estambres. Cosa padre (para ellas claro) porque los estambres en realidad se prestan contentonamente a cualesquier actividad que ellas determinen...pero a mi como que me quiere dar el tramafat de vez en cuando y sobre todo cuando empiezan a "desatornillar" las bolas y convertirlas en hilo suelto...ahi si pongo un alto al asunto y mando a todo mundo por un tubo. En estas fotos en particular andan jugando a que el piso es el mar y hay que subir a la tripulación a los botes de inmediato.

It's kind of neat to see them play with such imagination I guess. They do play with their toys, their dolls are a big part of their daily play, but it's things like these: my wool skeins, random bits of ribbon (those usually are dog's leashes much to my dismay), buckets and baskets, and pieces of bark from the stove's wood fallen all over the house...which turn themselves constantly into "Babies" "passengers" "picnic baskets" and "puppies"...some days I feel like I have no patience for my children, but then I remember all the stuff I put up with on a daily basis while they are playing and then I feel slightly better. And then I remember all the things my mother did with us and I take a deep breath of gratefulness that my kids are not as crazy as we were...!