finneas conquered an entire pear (sans peel) by himself. he looks tired (and super sticky), but triumphant.
in finn-related news, he is also now officially mobile. so i put him in one of those sleep sacks all day to keep him in one place. mean? maybe. am i okay with it? yepper.
atticus went to his first movie-theater movie (finding nemo), with my mom. to deal with my grief, i washed the windows. the living room upper doesn't pop out, so i had to get creative. it looks only slightly ridiculous from the inside...
...but this is what the neighbors got to see:
we're trying again with the potty training, which means penelope spends lots of time on the potty, watching movies and chugging milk with her big brother by her side. (popcorn party for lunch. don't judge.)
atticus got to see his first walking stick, and also got slobberfinger marks all over my freshly-cleaned dining room window. we were both perplexed.
we have budding artists in our home. atticus drew his first face (he usually spends his time drawing construction and farm machinery), and gave the face a whole little family. i added my own artistic two cents.
and penelope dedicated her muraltastic efforts to our back hallway.
and finally, i began doing a fitness challenge and reading plato's republic on monday. i have never felt so physically or mentally defunct in my life. maybe in a month i will have ripped pectorals, and also can eloquently describe a utopian State, and everyone will be jealous of me. but for now, my biceps appear to be made of latex gloves and my brain feels only slightly more substantial, so my outlook is grim.
has anyone else read the republic and want to give me some tips? i'm kind of floundering. ('justice and peace are as husbandmen and corn.' anyone?)