This nightly ritual drives me nuts. It always involves a lot of loud squealing and screaming. It sometimes deteriorates into hair pulling and hitting. I nervously watch, envisioning The Goose slipping on the tile floor and smacking her head on a sharp corner of some piece of furniture, I worry that The Rascal has not yet been evaluated for atlantoaxial instability. Mr. Yankee and I have tried to establish “no indoor rough housing” rules; “only quite play after dinner” rules. But their need for this kind of interaction always wins and they won’t stop.
Last Friday night was a “Miss Goose The Ballet Instructor” night. The Rascal did her 4000th down dog, but, this time, instead of collapsing in a heap and rolling herself into a sitting position, The Rascal stood up and took her first wobbly steps! There was much celebration and I gained a new appreciation for this loud, nerve wracking ritual.
Here they are in action. And please note that I DO NOT make them wear matching outfits. The Goose likes to do this herself. She waits to see what I dress The Rascal in then she chooses her outfit accordingly.


3 comments:
So absolutely too cute. Their lack of discipline is overcome by their beauty. But not in a Paris Hilton sort of way.
Hi! Thanks for posting on my blog. Mind if I link? I agree with Rascal, I was so sick of all of Joe's team coming to our home that I insisted he start the public preschool at 2 1/2 instead of 3 years. Now they all congregate at the school and we have reclaimed our home!
Your kids are so cute!
Sure you can link Amy. Our transition meeting is very soon. I can't believe The Rascal will be starting her EEE program this fall. Where does the time go?
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