We got a bunch of new books–super hero books–and now we can’t get enough of being the good guy. We’ve learned that most super heros have alter egos. Peter Parker is Spiderman. Tony Stark is Iron Man. Bruce Wayne is Batman. In the case of Superman, however, his alter ego is mild mannered Clark Kent. Regardless, everyone who puts on a mask, is a person underneath.

Our favorites are Spiderman and Iron Man. We’ve seen a few cartoons, and we love how they help each other. Like how sometimes Spiderman helps Thor, who, by the way, we love because he has a hammer. We even like the Super Friends. Every morning we wake up and put on a costume or cape, grab a sword and get to work helping imaginary people who need saving.

We got a new pool and we are spending a lot of time outside. Tessa likes to pretend that she’s Tinkerbell, flying around the yard. Riley imagines that he is helping to foil Penguin’s bank heist. And Emmett climbs through the trees, talking to the animals and swinging like Spiderman. We caught a few butterflies yesterday, and we talked about how the Tinkerbell’s fairy friends painted their wings. We are planning on catching some bees, but we have to wait until some more flowers bloom first.

We love to help each other, like the Avengers. Individually, the Avengers are strong. But as a team, they are stronger. When we wrestle, we like to pretend that we are in the evil clutches of Mom or Dad and that we need help to get away. “Help,” one of us yells. And the other two pull until we are free. “Whew. That was close,” we say. And we start it all over again.

Pig Piles are great too. It starts with one of us tripping and falling to the ground. Another belly flops on top and then the last one jumps on top too. We yell, “Pig Pile,” and laugh and giggle until we all untangle or until someone gets a foot in the face. Riley likes to sit on top pretending that he’s riding a great beast.

We are looking forward to the new baby coming home. Despite everyone’s guess of a little girl, Riley and Emmett were excited when we found out officially that we are getting a new baby brother. Now we are trying to come up with a name. Riley and Tessa say no to everything. Tessa wants to name him Gabby and Riley likes the name Riley. We are still working on that. We don’t have as much time as we thought, though. The delivery date has been moved up to August 31st. So, only around two and a half months away. Very exciting!

Talk soon,
E, R and T

We got new bikes! Big kids bikes, with training wheels. Of course, it’s only a matter of time before we take the training wheels off. Riley loves his new bike. The first time he got on it, he stayed on it until he could peddle all by himself. He was determined. Tessa and Emmett, not so much. Tessa loved the princess theme, but didn’t like to wear the helmet. And Emmett thought that running was faster than biking. Dad actually duct taped his feet to the peddles to get him accustomed to the motion of peddling. And, guess what? It worked! Turns out Dad isn’t so crazy after all!

The day after the duct tape came off, Emmett had almost no trouble peddling. The problem is that the break on these bikes is activated when the rider peddles backward. Because it is an easier motion to peddle backwards than forwards, we all wanted to peddle backwards. But that, obviously, takes you nowhere. But we are all going somewhere now! Sometimes it’s too fast, and sometimes it’s not in the direction we want, but we are going…

Another thing that we are all doing is reading. We love that too. We have many books memorized, almost word for word. And Emmett has lot of words memorized and he’s starting to sound words out that he doesn’t know as well. Our favorite book right now is the Big Fat Cow that went Kapow. The first part is about raining big, fat cows. So now, when it rains, we are all looking for the big fat cows that come with the rain. Also, in the book is a story about a girl named Ruth, and she has a super scooter. When we ride our scooters, we like to talk about Ruth. And how we also have super scooters.

Mom and Dad showed us thumb wars and how to give wet willies. We like to dance and run around and give wet willies and play thumb wars before bed. Our favorite music right now is Deep Forest. Emmett sings along and we all shake our hips. It’s great! And now that Dad is all done with his school (forever we all hope!) he can spend more time with us, dancing and playing thumb wars.

School is almost out and we are looking forward to summer camp. We get to swim and do yoga and cook and learn Hebrew. It’s going to be great! The pool at school isn’t as great as the one at swim lessons, where we get to go underwater and we are learning how to flip over and float on our backs. But we get to get wet and run around outside. What’s better than that?

We adopted a new doggie, Isaac, from the neighbors when they needed to find a home for him. He’s a big German Shepherd, who is mellow and likes to come with us everywhere. Riley hopes that Isaac will be able to sleep in his room when he gets a little bit bigger. We all love Isaac and we are so happy with his addition to our family.

Check back in next month, when hopefully our house is under contract and we are planning on moving to a house where we all sleep uninterrupted! Where we can get ready for our new sibling to come home!

Chat soon,
Emmett, Riley, and Tessa

We said goodbye to our last fuzzy friend, Tally, last night. She was almost 14-years-old, which is like 110 in doggie years. That is to say that she had a long, happy life. She came along shortly after Mom and Dad started dating. She’s enjoyed almost every milestone there was along the way. She ended her life as she loved to live it: A walk with Dad and with him by her side.

She was the youngest pup in her pack, and then in what seemed like the blink of an eye, she was the elder statesman. She was the alpha, in charge of maintaining the status quo. In doing this, she set herself apart, watching and refereeing instead of playing the game. But in the year since she lost her last pack-mate, she reverted a bit to her puppyhood. She would jump and play with Dad, excited for every morning walk and for afternoons working in the backyard.

During the past few months, she withdrew into the quiet coolness of the basement, spending most of her time sleeping. We saw less and less of her, and Riley often said, “I miss my Tally,” not realizing that she was there with him the whole time.

That is how it will be going forward, with all of our lost puppies. We will miss them, but they are always right here with us. We will not forget that.

We had our Pacifier Party! It was wonderful. We had cupcakes and balloons at school with our friends (which was nice because Emmett could take part in it, even if he has no pacifier to give up), then we marched down the hall to the infant room and we gave our pacifiers to the babies. It was perfect. We were so proud. Right up until we reached the top of the stairs on our way to our room for nap that day. At that point, you would have thought that the world was ending.

We screamed, we threw toys against the wall and against the door, we hit each other, and we did not care that Mom was trying to be patient and understanding. We wanted our pacifiers.

Fast forward one week: We are no longer asking for our pacifiers, but we still are not napping. It is as if recognizing that we could live without pacifiers made us believe that we could live without Bunny and without Lamby too. (Mom and Dad take away privileges when we are bad, and it is a privilege to have a snuggly Bunny or Lamby and blanket when we nap.) If we just sat in our beds quietly during naptime, but didn’t nap, it would be okay. But we don’t do that. We jump off of our beds. We climb up on the cubbies and jump off of them. We pull the coat hooks out of the wall. We empty the dresser. We get into the booty wipes and we de-stuff the box. It’s mayhem.

So yesterday, we lost all of our privileges. We lost all our stuffed animals, our blankets, our favorites toys, and our freedom. We were confined to our room yesterday afternoon and we weren’t allowed to go to swim lessons. Sound harsh? We didn’t care. We made up a new game called Owe-y Boo-Boo. It involves one person leaning up against the wall, and the other grabbing that person and throwing him or her to the floor. It was great fun.

We are so exhausted that Tessa almost fell asleep at recess yesterday. Her teacher was wondering if she was getting enough sleep at home. The flip side of that is that Tessa has been so tired that she is no longer trying to push her friends around the playground, which may or may not have been something that she picked up from her older brothers.

So where does that leave us today? Well, we aren’t really sure. Last night wasn’t great. Turns out it is not so comfortable sleeping in a bed with no pillow or stuffies. Just one, prison-issued blanket. We cried for a bit and asked for more of our stuff. To no avail. But this morning we declared that we are going to be nice! We want our toys and our stuffed animals and popcorn! Popcorn? Yeah, we aren’t sure where that came from either, as we have only had it once or twice in our lives, but we asked for it.

And Mom said that if we are nice we can have it. Only problem is that our memories are short these days when it comes to privileges and long when it comes to demands.

Stay tuned,
The Littlest Pigs

We were driving around last week, trying to find a new house, when Riley began to shout something from the backseat.

“Pharaoh! Let us go Pharoah! It’s not nice!” he said.

“Pharaoh isn’t nice,” Tessa said.

“Pharaoh is mean to Moses,” Riley said.

“Mean,” Emmett said.

We studied Passover at school and we brought all of our new found knowledge home. Riley saw a picture of a basket in a book and he told Mom that Moses was in the basket. Tessa talked about how she played with lice at school. (In actuality, we were learning about the plagues and Tessa made a picture with black glitter, which was supposed to be lice. So, just so we are clear, no real lice.) Emmett got to part the waters of the Red Sea, and he really enjoyed doing it.

We’ve been looking for a new house for a while now. We don’t have enough rooms in the house as it is (reference the Thunderdome incidents) and when our new little sister comes home, if we have to further double up on rooms, Mom and Dad’s tenuous grip on sanity might permanently be lost. I’m not joking when I say that we’ve driven 100’s of miles looking for a new home.

Anyway, when we were out in an area where homes were currently being built, Riley decided he had to pee. Dad spotted a Port-a-Potty and he ducked in there with Riley. It happened to be blue, which is Riley’s favorite color. When Riley was done, Emmett decided he had to go. And when Emmett was done, Tessa tried to take her diaper off and say she needed to go too. A good time was had by all. Except for Dad who experienced an anxiety attack trying to get both boys to pee without actually touching anything inside the potty.

Later in the week, while driving around a different neighborhood, Riley saw another Port-a-Potty and said that he had to pee and he preferred to go in the blue potty.

“It’s a good potty. It’s blue. I like it,” Riley said.

We all knew that it would happen. That the day would come when the Lamby or one of the bunnies couldn’t be found. Of course, this would happen when Mom and Dad had a babysitter for the evening, and they would spend more than an hour of quality babysitting time trying to locate Lamby. And, of course, this would happen during the week that the wood floors were being refinished, when everything was where it wasn’t supposed to be to begin with.

After an hour of looking, Mom and Dad had lost the dinner reservations, and they decided to go to the store to try to locate a new Lamby. They knew that this was a long shot, and, sure enough, there was no match at the store. Mom and Dad did the next best thing, they bought two very soft, very cuddly Lamby-like sungglies in order to offer to Tessa in hopes that she would be mollified. After getting some take out, they came home.

All asleep, the sitter reported. No one, not even Tessa, was upset when they went to bed. Hmmmm, thought Mom and Dad. Maybe this isn’t as bad as we thought that it would be. As soon, and we mean AS SOON, as the sitter left through the front door, Tessa woke up crying for Lamby. Dad went up to her room and offered her the Lamby replacements.

“Tessa needs Lamby,” Riley said. “She wants Lamby, like Riley has Bunny.”

“How about this great Dinosaur, Tessa? Or this Monkey?” Dad asked.

“No,” Tessa cried. “I need Lamby.”

At that point, Dad exited the room Mom came in and tried again, offering Tessa the Lamby-like snugglies.

“Tessa needs Lamby,” Tessa said, repeating Riley’s refrain.

“But the dinosaur is soft like Lamby.”

“No!”

“It’s blue and green and white…”

“No!” cried Tessa.

“Blue?” asked Riley.

“How about this Monkey?” Mom asked. “Look, it is so soft.” Mom rubbed the Monkey on Tessa’s cheek to demonstrate. Tessa seemed to be deciding if perhaps the Monkey was a good replacement. But that lasted for just a moment, then she said, “Lamby!”

“Look, T,” Mom said. “If I take the tag off, it will be even softer.”

Snap! went the plastic connecting the tag to the stuffed animal.

“I found it!” Dad yelled from down the hall. He came into the room, brandishing the snuggly in question.

“Where was it?” Mom asked.

“It was stuffed all the way down in between the cushions on our couch.”

“Lamby!” Tessa said. She was so happy. She tucked Lamby under her arm and smiled sweetly.

After hugs and kisses, Mom and Dad were ready to put us to bed for the night.

“Mom?” Riley said. “I need the blue Dino-Lamby.”

“What?”

“I need the Dino-Lamby. Please.”

And then Tessa chimed in, “Monkey, please?”

So, now, instead of locating a replacement for the once-lost Lamby, each Tessa and Riley have acquired additional snugglies. Mom and Dad thought that maybe these new additions would lose their luster after a bit. But, no. Tessa and Riley have developed deep, abiding affection for their new animals. Instead of just needing a Lamby or a Bunny to go to bed, they both need a second snuggly, which, of course, ups the odds that all of this will happen again.

When Tessa was upset the other day, Mom picked her up, snuggled her and asked, “Is it bad, Tessa? Because it seems bad.”
“Yeah,” Tessa said. “It’s bad.”
“What’s up?” Mom asked. When Tessa said nothing, Mom continued, “You having some issues?”
“Yeah,” she said. “Tessa has issues.”
“What kind of issues?” Mom asked.
“Tessa has issues downstairs,” she said.
“Oh, no,” Mom said. “What’s downstairs?”
“Tessa has bad issues downstairs,” Tessa said, nodding.
Riley, who had been sitting near Mom and Tessa chimed in.
“Mom,” Riley said. “I’d like to talk about my issues.”
“What issues are those, Riley?”
“I need to talk about my pacifier and my bunny.”
“Indeed,” Mom said. “What’s going on with your pacifier and your bunny.”
“Paci and bunny have issues,” Riley said soberly. “Riley’s bunny has issues.”
“What kind of issues does bunny have?”
“Bunny has issues when Riley and Tessa don’t sleep at nap. Daddy gets mad and takes away our books. He tells us to go to sleep.”
“That’s true,” Mom said. “It is important that Riley and Tessa are quiet and sleep at nap and at nighttime. You can stay in your bed and read books if you are awake. But you cannot jump and run and play. It is quiet time.”
“Yeah, and Riley needs to give up his paci and bunny,” Riley said.
“No, Riley,” Mom said. “You are only going to have to give up your pacifier. You can keep bunny.”
“Yeah, I need to give paci to the babies,” Riley said.
“That’s right. You are a big boy, and Tessa is a big girl. Babies need pacifiers, not big kids. It’s time to give your pacifiers to the babies that need them.”
Riley nodded. Tessa shook her head.
“When do you think you might be ready to give your pacifiers to the babies?” Mom asked Riley.
“Ummm,” Riley thought about this. “We can have a paci party at school and then Riley can give the paci to the babies.”
“That’s a good idea, Riley,” Mom said. “What you do want to have at your paci party?”
“Cupcakes!” Riley said.
“And balloons,” Tessa said.
“Cupcakes and balloons sounds like a great party. When do you want to have the paci party?”
“We give paci and Tessa’s lamby to the babies,” Tessa said.
“No, just your paci,” Mom said. “Riley gets to keep his bunny and you get to keep your lamby.”
Riley and Tessa nodded.
“But remember: When you have a paci party you will be giving your paci away forever,” Mom said. “You won’t be able to get it back. The babies will have your paci.”
Riley and Tessa’s eyes grew round. Tessa gripped tightly the object in question.
“The babies will have my paci?” Riley asked.
“Yes.”
“But I can have it for nap and night-night?”
“No,” Mom said. “You won’t get it at all. The paci will be the babies paci.”
Riley said nothing.
“Do you want to have a paci party?” Mom asked.
Riley looked at Mom, shoved his paci into his mouth and said, “Not yet.”

T-Bone’s birthday party was Saturday, and we all came prepared to party. We talked Mom and Dad into balloons from the store earlier in the week (Puss and Boots for Riley and Emmett, and Wreck it Ralph for Tessa-though she had no idea what it was), Riley was fresh off an Urgent Care visit and still standing (more on that later), and, once again, the cupcakes were great.

Our party was a small one, just family. We all played with cousin Ellie, Tom and Doris, Grandma Betty, Grandma Cheryl, Pop-pop and Anne, and Aunt Ashley. Tessa received clothes, including a tutu that Emmett loves, and elephant books, which we all love. The cupcakes had jungle animals on them, and we each had two. That’s right. Mom and Dad said it was ok if we each had two cupcakes. That meant no dinner, as we were all full from so much cupcake. I’m sure you’ll agree that there were no anticipated repercussions from that decision. Anyway, a good time was had by all.

Riley regaled everyone, as soon as they walked into the house, with the story of his first (but probably not last) trip to see the doctor. We all have had well-child visits. But none of us has ever been to the doctor for so much as a sniffle. Riley changed all of that when he decided to see how sturdy his dresser was. He, quite literally, lowered his head and rammed the edge of a dresser. Obviously, the dresser, with a little more heft, was the last one standing. But, we guess, it was good that Riley is engaging in the scientific method at such an early age. Hypothesis tested, and hypothesis dismissed.

I think that we have to back up, though, to give you the full story of what happened that afternoon. Tessa has recently graduated from a crib to a toddler bed. She proved that she was old enough to make the switch when she continually bailed over the side of her crib, regardless of the repetitive head trauma. What the toddler bed means, though, is that Tessa and Riley were no longer separated by the bars of the crib during nap and sleep-time. (Which brings us to a relevant question: Does the crib keep Tessa in, or does it keep Riley out?)

You may recall when Emmett and Riley were allowed this access a little over a year ago, when they shared a room, that a Thunderdome-incident occurred and lives were changed forever. Mom and Dad were hoping never to see those events repeated, and they decided to lay down the law right from the get go. Tessa’s new toddler bed is a play tent over a bed, and Riley recently got a new Lightning McQueen race car bed. We were told that if we got out of our beds during nap, everything would be removed from the room, including our new beds. Mom and Dad thought that this would be enough incentive to keep us honest. But, again, Riley had a hypothesis: Mom and Dad won’t follow through with the threat.

This is how that hypothesis was tested: At nap time, we didn’t nap. We jumped on Tessa’s tent and we broke it. We dug into the closet and found some new, unopened wipe containers and we de-stuffed two of them. We tore up a few of our books. It was a bad scene. Consequently, everything was removed from our room except for mattresses and sheets. Hypothesis tested, and hypothesis dismissed. But what Tessa and Riley were left with was nothing but the mattress, some furniture, and their own bodies. What was left to do but play daredevil?

Mom had the monitor and, given the earlier events, she had the volume up loud. When Riley started crying, she looked at the screen and was a bit alarmed to see a dark spot on Riley’s temple. It couldn’t be blood, she thought. Oh, how wrong she was. She kept watching as Riley stopped crying and stood up. But when she saw him reach up, touch the dark spot, and then peer down at his hand in horror, she knew that it was going to be bad.

When she came into the room, there was blood everywhere. Blood covering Riley from head to navel; blood drops all over the mattresses (which had been pushed together so as to create a larger jumping platform); there was even blood on Tessa. After whisking Riley into the shower to clean him up and identify exactly how large the wound was, she took Riley to the Urgent Care. Here’s the thing though. This should have been traumatizing for Riley. Pain, blood, doctor. All theoretically bad and scary. But Riley loved his time alone with Mom. And they even met Dad at the Urgent Care. Riley got a popsicle, and a blue one at that. And, after they glued (yes, glued) his wound back together, he was offered his choice of toys out of a treasure chest-just like Captain Hook’s treasure chest. Apart from the now-forgotten pain, this was a great adventure.

So, where do we go from here? That remains to be seen. We are all hoping for no more hypotheses. Everyone has remained put at bedtime. Interesting side note, Emmett slept through the entire Thunderdome-Urgent Care event. He woke up to Pop-pop (who was watching the non-injured babies) giving him some juice. Would that we could all sleep so soundly.

Larsons Out

We have fallen into a regular nighttime routine, of late. One that we all love. Even Mom and Dad love it.

We start out by going upstairs a bit early, and taking a nice, long, warm bath. Sometimes we splash a lot, and sometimes we don’t, but we always love to brush our teeth (especially now that we have Angry Bird toothbrushes with suction cups on them!) and we love to play with wash clothes.

We all have our favorite tub-toy. Riley has a submarine that he rinses everyone with. Tessa, however, prefers silverware in her bath. She has a habit of collecting as many spoons as she can and bringing them upstairs and dumping them all into the tub. Sometimes, she brings up a few forks and plastic knives too. Who knew that so much silverware was needed in the tub. Emmett is a bit more easygoing, and although he doesn’t have one specific toy he needs for the tub, he likes to have a wash cloth and a swimming mermaid.

Once we are all dried off, we listen to jazz. Tessa loves to pretend to play the drums. Riley is more focused on the horn section. And Emmett is the dancer. He makes sure that the lights are on and there is nothing blocking the glass from the windows so that he can watch himself dance.

After a couple of good songs, we adjourn to the hall way, where we play Roar. This game consists of Daddy hiding in our rooms and once we find him, he runs after us yelling, Roar! We would prefer that this game go on for most of the night, but apparently Daddy can’t continue yelling for that long.

After Roar, we all gather in Riley and Tessa’s room, where we read books. Right now, our favorites are Dinosaurs Before Dark and Green Eggs and Ham. Emmett, who has something like a photographic memory, has almost all of the words in Green Eggs and Ham memorized. Because of this, he likes to read some of the book to us! Tessa also likes Captain Underpants, and when she pick it, she yells “Captain Pants! Captain Pants!”

You would think that this would be close to the end of a somewhat lengthy nighttime routine. You would, however, be wrong. After a few stories, we retreat to our respective rooms. And then we have another round of stories. Emmett, usually, goes to bed after his own, personal story time. Sometimes he asks to sing Old MacDonald, at which point he runs through every animal known to man. And sometimes he also adds people he knows. But, for the most part, it is one story and out.

Riley, one the other hand, is the king of stall tactics. After a few stories, not just one, he has to be tucked in just right. Then he has to have his toys and nightlights arranged just-so. Then he needs hugs and kisses. Then he needs a drink of milk. Then he needs a drink of water. Then he needs to brush his teeth again. Tessa, meanwhile, copies everything that Riley does. So, in each instance, Mom and Dad get hit twice with all of these requests. If Mom or Dad put Riley and Tessa to bed without fulfilling all of these requests, they are more likely to stay up and argue with each other. It is not uncommon for Mom or Dad to return multiple times to their room to retrieve Riley’s toys from Tessa’s crib (why does he keep putting them in there?), or to give a crying Riley a soothing kiss after Tessa bit his toe (again, why does Riley keep sticking his feet into her crib?).

It is also not uncommon for Mom or Dad to come in after naptime to see every single loose object in the room transported into Tessa’s crib. We are talking about every stuffed animal, all books and toys, each and every blanket, all of the clothes in the dresser, and the wipes from the top of the dresser (all pulled out of the then-almost-full wipe container). After the first time this crib hording occurred, Dad made Riley help put everything away, and he told Riley that if he put everything back into Tessa’s crib again, he would be in big trouble. The next day, no joke, Mom went into their room after nap to find that Riley again horded all of the goods. But, this time, instead of putting them into the crib he piled them up just next to her crib. He was very proud of this. “Look, Mom, I didn’t put the stuff into the crib!” We explained that it doesn’t matter where he puts the stuff, he isn’t ever to pile up all of the clothes from the dresser or de-stuff the wipes, regardless of where this event were to occur. So far, so good. Except for the blankets. Why Tessa needs 5 blankets in her crib at once, we don’t know, but we are sure Riley has a good reason for it.

We can’t believe that our little T-Bone is going to be two-years-old next week. It’s crazy! It seems like she is much older than that, but it doesn’t feel like she’s been home for two full years. Amazing. We’ll let you know after next week how her birthday went. She asked for an elephant cake for her party, so stay tuned to see if she gets it.

Pigs Out