Today's dozen of consecutive video watchings were happening on my laptop on the bed today, where I was laying with a headache and closed eyes and a little bit of sadness. The boys especially like that all the characters have names, and they like the last scene with the gorilla as he loses his skin, then his muscles, then his skeleton disintegrates.
I am amazed at their loves.
Woody also read his second whole book today by himself. His first was one of the Piggy and Daddy Play books; Waterballoons, maybe? But the one today was We're Going on a Bear Hunt. He was so tickled with the ending, the mad rush back through the scenes of the book home to the safety of the pink covers on the big family bed. And Fox, listening as Woody read it, had it memorized after the first time through, so when Woody read it again, when he would pause to work out a word, Fox would yell it. We all found this funny, the joke being that Woody was the one actually learning to read with the book in his lap and Fox, sitting on the other edge of the bed playing knights, was the one helping.