Peter took Ava skiing this morning, woohoo! Woohoo for all involved. I get to organize the basement! Yippee! Really, I am actually thrilled that I get to do this without trying to make it fun for her as well.

Carter is really adept with his hands. I noticed this right from the beginning--he immediately had a hand in his mouth. Given how scratched up he was when he was born, he apparently had a lot of time to practice. But he continues to really be good at it. He can pick things up easily, little things. And he is clearly favoring his left hand. I am secretly thrilled about this, as I am a leftie. I was a little disappointed that Ava was a righty. It is pathetic, I know, but I just wanted her to resemble me in some way. Anyway, he is very good at using both his hands and his feet to manipulate a toy to his mouth, which astonishes me. He loves his feet too. Ava was not one to goof around with her feet. He will sit there and kick while holding them with utter glee. Last night, I put him in the high chair with the tray, and tried to feed him. When Ava was little, she was interested in the spoon, but I just sort of held her hand away, and she gave up on trying to get it and just ate. Carter is like GIVE ME THE SPOON NOW!!!!!!!!!!!! So I did. And I SWEAR he was feeding himself. Of course it was a humongous mess, but really quite funny. He thought it was a blast. Then Ava asked for some yogurt, and I gave it to her. Then I looked away. I figured, she was in the chair next to me, with a plastic bowl of yogurt and a spoon, I could catch her in my peripheral vision if necessary, all was ok, back to Carter. Well, she then says "Mommy, look at me!" She was transferring yogurt to an empty jelly jar, then transferring it back with her hands to the bowl, and in the process getting her hands covered in yogurt. Then she clapped. It is amazing how far yogurt can travel in this manner. I am still discovering it scattered all over the house. Can you say Jackson Pollock?

Anyway, down to the basement I go.