Rain, Rain, Go Away

It rained alllll day today here in Houston, TX, so I taught the kids I work with the song, "Rain, Rain, Go Away." They loved it (they are big singers), so I ended up singing it at least three times each for the 2-year-old girl and 3-year-old boy (with their names inserted, of course). They are brother and sister and at the age where I have no doubt in my mind that sharing is a learned skill (one they have not learned very well just yet). Most of the time they have to play with separate toys on different sides of the rug to prevent grabbing and subsequent crying.
Our day involved lots of singing and reading (always a given), swaddling baby dolls, playing with Dora mega blocks, dancing (which involved the children turning into froggies), trains trains and more trains (including track assembly, reassembly, and failed attempts at taking turns), going potty/diaper changes, washing hands, a nap, and messy snacks and meals. Luckily, it did not involve more than one visit to the crying room, and poutty faces were only occasional and temporary. Today was also the first day that neither of them raced to the door when someone came into the house, a huge step in listening for them.
After the 2-month-old baby boy had a slight temperature, we played doctor on each other and on the dolls, and after I started sweating with one of them in my lap, we all had our temperatures taken for real with a cool new thermometer that you run across your forehead. No one else was sick, thank goodness.
Earlier in the day, the baby and I had some quality floor time looking at a rattle that hung above him. He looked at it and at me for half an hour (a really long time for such a little baby) and was making super cute cooing noises at me. I am one of many who would take him home in a heart beat.

This is just one day at Casa de Esperanza. There will be many more and all a little different.
Kristen