Thursday, October 19, 2006

Walkyries & Big! Boys! Beds!

To begin with, I keep meaning to mention the following:

The second or third day of thist first school year, our neighbour and I were walking out with our children at noon, when we heard this blast of music over the in-&-outdoor loudspeakers... Wagner's Ride of the Walkyries!

We laughed and laughed, and figured it was a one-off joke or something. But a couple of days later I heard it again, and figured out what it was. It's their version of the school bell! The second time I heard it, we were out in the courtyard. When the Walkyries began their ride, all of the children who'd been blitzing around came to and formed orderly queues in front of the lunchtime supervisors, who began ticking their names off and then tooko them in for lunch.

I've heard this blast of music many times since, and it still results in a bubble of laughter from the pit of the stomach...

And now, on to Big! Boys! Beds!

BEFORE About ten nights ago, the boys were monkeying around in their cribs, when: BLAM! half of the bottom fell out of Tomi's (the other half was still hooked in above). We weren't happy about it, but then again, the crib was still useable; Tomi would just be much closer to the floor. But then, a few nights later, there was an unusual amount of blanging and blunking around in there after we'd kissed the boys good-night. We investigated. And found both boys furiously jumpng up and down in Leo's bed. When they saw us, they happily screetched: "BREAK! BED! CASSER! LE LIT!" We put a momentary end to that behaviour, but decided that it was time to make a trip to Ikea...

DURING

AFTER So, yeah, we're awfully sad about the beautiful cribs being dismantled and waiting further orders in the hallway. (uhm... Speaking of which: anybody need a crib?) BUT! we are happy that they are SO HAPPY to have "BIG! BOYS! BEDS!"; happy that we can sit or lie down with them on their Big Boys' Beds; and happy to have been able to toss the changing pad and begin using their dresser-top-changing-table as a dresser top, rather than as a changing table. (It had a piece that made it the latter unless you took it off, at which time it became the former.)