Well, Michael is now slightly obsessed with a board game called "Settlers of Catan." It's a strategy game that's kind of like a cross between Risk and Monopoly. Matt Coles broke it out at Family Dinner last Thursday, and our friend Gerry then went out and bought the game before coming over for dessert and games on Friday night. The boys are hooked. Apparently, it's an addictively fun game for people who love strategy and friendly competition. It's just that I don't have the heart of a strategist and I'm not particularly competitive!
Gabriel is going through a phase where he is peeing on things a lot. Michael got peed on yesterday and I got peed on at work today during a meeting at my boss's house. How embarrassing. None of these pee accidents happened before we bought that box of Huggies, so we think that may be the problem. Too bad we still have about 80 left before we finish the box...
Speaking of Gabriel and lower-level bodily functions, Michael and I are trying to start saying "toot" instead of "fart" when referring to certain daily (often hourly) occurrences in our son's digestive workings. The main reason for this is that we don't want to scandalize the language development of our friends' impressionable little two-year-olds. Now, all we have to do is work on not laughing in front of the two-year-olds every time Gabriel lets out a good one.
I also had an epiphany about laundry this week. So true, and so freeing! I realized that laundry will always be there. Clothes to iron, wash and/or fold. And that's OK. Because the family who doesn't have a basket of waiting laundry gracing their living room, kitchen table, bed or coffee table probably just has a great place to hide it while the rest of us aren't looking. So, if you come over to my apartment and there's no laundry in the rocking chair or on the couch, it's because our big laundry basket fits great on top of the washer behind the folding doors of our tiny laundry closet. :)