The kids are having a good time at Nana's house. Otto pretty much gets unlimited TV here, which he finds thrilling. So thrilling that he told me this morning he didn't want to go anywhere, and that I had to stay here all day to take care of him and Annabel. (He also just informed me that Nana's house is the perfect house because it has two TVs.) Nana and Poppy's house is also entertaining because it has those ergonomic rocker switches for lights, and Otto will stand in the hall and gently press the switch, feeling out the spot where it goes from on to off, over and over. He finds it entertaining, Poppy less so.
Annabel would be amenable to going out, though she's also having a good time -- climbing up and down the stair case and tormenting her brother. This morning she was up at 6:30, thrashing around on her little inflatable bed like a fish flopping on shore. I begged Jon to get up with her, and when he got out of bed she sat straight up and said cheerfully, "Hi!". She then spent the next 3 hours eating various bits and bites. She's been a bottomless pit this weekend - two pieces of pumpkin pie, a couple squares of gingerbread, turkey and potatoes and pasta and bananas and apple sauce, eggs, toast - it all gets an "mmmmm" rating from Bel.
She has twice this weekend gone into the bathroom, stood by the potty, and indicated she wants to sit there. I have obliged, and she seems to think it's an amusing procedure. Undress, sit, dress, wash hands... We will pull out the trusty old potty seat when we get home, and see how things go. Seems she's on the fast track, which is just fine with us.
Tonight we're having Jon's birthday dinner -- rather than make him cake, I'm thinking about making him a giant chocolate chip cookie cake. The kids can help. I let Annabel help stir gingerbread mix last night, and she got her hands into it and was taste-testing. A bitmessy, but again, fun.
Right now I'm going to enforce some outdoors run-around time, and then we'll work on making a birthday card for Daddy(o) and the cookie cake.
I don't think we're going to want to go home tomorrow.