The man of steel

With the new Superman movie coming out, our cereal boxes have been graces with his presence and the girls are very curious. Genevieve is especially delighted with the explanation that Superman can not be hurt and you could hit him in the head with a baseball bat and he wouldn't even bleed. She repeats this to her sister each morning as she picks out her cereal. I'm not entirely sure she realizes that Superman is not a real person.

The girls have been spending a ton of time outside as the weather gets warmer. They will actually get in the kid pool and spend a couple hours playing in it. I walked out there to find Imogen standing on the porch beside it and throwing her arms out and saying "To infinity and beyond!!" and throwing herself into the pool. And Genevieve is actually getting over her water phobia.

Sometimes...

When my children put plastic bags on their heads... I begin to doubt their future as Mensa candidates.

Long time no see...

Today we went to the "no touching store", known to the world at large as Hobby Lobby. Imogen shmoozed with the old ladies in the fabric section, convincing them that she could do no wrong. (HA!) They heaped me with compliments on thier behavior and horror stories about other people's children.

I always loved Hobby Lobby. I bought them water colors as a reward.

It's kind of sad though that when your child happens to not be in brat-mode at the moment (and every child is capable of being a perfect terror) you get all these compliments. This is so unusual! A kid who's not painful to be around!

Take Genevieve for example. We walked in this evening and lunch dishes were still on the table. Jeremy commented "So, Genevieve, you didn't eat your sandwich?" Good guess, seeing as how Genevieve sometimes acts like she's allergic to food in general.

"No," she said, "I ate mine. Imogen didn't eat her's."
"No," Imogen spoke up, "That one is your's. I ate mine."
Genevieve turned to Imogen and very reasonably shreeked "NOO!! I ATE MINE!!! STUPID!!!"

Really, as if it's inconcievable that the child who believes that little girls certainly CAN live on bread alone would pass on some thus polluted with peanut butter.