The day after...

The first thing out of Harper's mouth yesterday morning: "It's not my birthday any more?" I said, "No, honey, it's not... but you are still my special 3 year old girl." She looked up and said "It's Judd's birthday?" I said, "No, nobody's today." She said "Well, when's my 'nother birthday?" and I had to tell her it's a long, long time away. She was ok after that and wanted her Chuck E. Cheese bendy straw to drink her juice with and wanted Maggie on, and she was fine. After Maggie, we were putting her clothes on, and I usually let her pick her outfits, and today she picked out her outfit Nanna got her for her birthday. She discovered the greatness of pockets and walked around all day with her little hands tucked inside her sweatshirt pockets. She picked her new "poke-it dot gwoshes" to complete the outfit. She begged me all day to go jump in the puddles, and didn't understand it was 33 degrees all day and on the verge of sleeting.
Judd still doesn't feel very well, and I think it may just be a cold, plus maybe he's teething or on a growth spurt. He's really clingy to me and isn't happy just playing. He mainly just wants to be held, but that's ok... one day he won't want to be held, so I take advantage of it now, while I can, and let the chores pile up. He did fall asleep on my bed while holding his muno baby and watching Gabba. That was precious. He and Harper both took a long nap in my bed, which allowed me time to finish laundry mountain-- Can I get a HOORAY??? And change the sheets on the kids bed, and clean the kitchen and clean Harper's room... So, I felt I had a productive day overall.
Since Noah has been such a good boy, and his eyes seemed a little better, we got the Wii back out and let him play his new SSX Blur (snowboarding) game for a while, which he got the hang of so quickly it's unreal... You have to use the controller and the nun chuck and I can't even do it both-handed, but he has no problem at all. He seems to be talking a little more each day. After Josh got home from work they were playing soccer. Noah was standing by the table, trying to kick it to the couch, and Josh was standing at the couch trying to kick it past the table. When Josh scored, he'd cheer real big and Noah HATES to lose, and he said "Daddy, don't kick it so fast." So I gave Josh a look, and Josh eased up on him a little :) You gotta reward him for such a big, long sentence like that! Noah has pretty good soccer skills, he hardly used his hands and could maneuver that ball pretty well! Maybe he'll be able to play on a little team next season... We'll see...
We had a big family wrestle, tickle session on our bed and in the middle of it, one of Harp's boots got knocked off and she said "Wait, I meed to fix my guwash." and she pulled it back on by the handles, like she loves to do... and it was game on again.
After dinner, and baths, Josh was on our bed with all his paper work spread out. I was in the kitchen and yelled "JOSH!" and said "Where is Josh?" Harper yelled back "He's in dere paper workin'." Very nice.