3 Boy Specifics

Rob here. I'm giving the update on our boys this time around. They're always changing, so it's difficult to keep up to date on all the funny things that they do. We really wish we were more diligent in blogging about their personalities. I frequently reflect on how different it is for our boys growing up than it was for us. I mean, I have a box of photos from when I grew up. On the other hand, our boys have literally thousands of photos documenting their lives from birth until present.

Think about how long it would take to compile a wedding slideshow... that's crazy.

Anyway, I'm going to talk about each boy individually.

Collin has been learning so many words and is constantly expanding his vocabulary. The best is when he misuses words. He frequently says, that "Shapes like" fill in the blank (like, "It shapes like it's time to go home"). I'm pretty sure he's trying to compare things or see similarities, but it's a comical way of saying it. Collin also says "expensive" in random sentences. We've tried to explain what expensive means, and I'm pretty sure he knows, but he still uses it to describe random things ("that shapes expensive!"). He's also been saying "including" at the beginning of some sentences. Another good one is "dump." If he doesn't like something, he says, "That's dump!" He's so funny!

There are so many things that he's interested in right now. Legos are probably his favorite toy, and who can blame him? Legos are awesome. He came up with these fish all by himself after going to the aquarium one day.

Collin always wants to craft. He's constantly getting paper out, cutting and gluing things onto it. He's very proud of his creations and refuses to get rid of anything, even if it's a scrap of paper that he scrawled on. As a result, we have drawers full of papers and crafts all over our house that we occasionally have to raid while he's asleep in order to sort through the trash and treasure. Many of his crafts came from preschool, which is over for the summer, but he still loves it and can't wait until next year starts.

Recently our friends the Otto's gave Collin a couple how to draw books, and he's become very good at reproducing the characters in them. He now comes up with his own designs too.

He's become fairly shy about things at church, and will not speak in front of people or go up to sing with the primary. He knows lots of the stories and is very good at saying prayers at home, but clams up even in front of his friends if he has to speak. He loves reading scripture stories and can rehearse to you the story of Nephi getting the brass plates, or about the story of the Tree of Life. When you ask him how to get to the Tree of Life he says, "Hold to the Iron Rod!" Good boy.

Speaking of reading, Rachel recently finished reading The Wizard of Oz to him. He loved it so much that he would remind us at night that it was time to read. Rachel has started reading Charlotte's Web to him now. It doesn't seem like he's quite into it as much as the other book, but he still enjoys listening to us and cuddling in our bed. One habit he's developed is repeating words and syllables while he speaks. It's very strange. I hadn't heard it and Rachel kept telling me to pay attention to it. I finally noticed that he'd whisper or mouth the last syllable or word of each sentence. It seems like he hasn't done it for a while now. Must have been a phase, but it was pretty weird. In addition to Collin loving to read with us, he's begun to read himself! Rachel sat with him before and showed him the basics, and then a few months ago, it clicked and he was able to read most of Hop on Pop by himself. He is now into learning to write and asks how to spell things. What an inquisitive boy!

We taught him what the word "symmetrical" means one day because we noticed that when he builds with blocks or Legos, he always makes symmetrical designs. Then he built this big Lego house one day, and started to tell me that it was symmetrical. I didn't think he really understood what it meant, but upon closer examination, the sides were perfectly mirrored. It looked like random colors, but every color of block has a match on the other side of the house.

Truman and Elliott have been changing so much lately. They have different personalities, but are attached at the hip. If one of the boys wakes up first and comes downstairs with me, I'll hear the other calling for his twin brother from upstairs. Truman will call, "El-buh? Are you?" It's very sweet.

Mommy and a couple sleepy church boys. (T, Mommy, E)

They love to give each other hugs and will often stroke each other's hair or face to make the other feel better. They do that for Rachel and I as well, but more so for each other, I think. They're close like that, not handing out face strokes all willy-nilly to everyone they run into.

Bed cuddling. (T, E)

Truman seems to get sick the most, but still no wheezing, which is relieving. We want that behind us so we can have a healthy boy. At one point I had created a database to track how often each boy got sick and how long it lasted for. Needless to say, since this database didn't yield very useful information, it didn't last very long. It still seems like he gets sick more often than the others though.

Truman is really funny (they're all funny). He knows what he wants and won't settle for anything else. If he wants Mommy to pour him some milk, he will not accept it from me. Even if I pour it and give it to Rachel, he'll refuse to drink it. So fickle. Truman thinks everything blue belongs to him and answers questions with "blue one." ("What kind of cereal do you want?" "Blue cereal!") If you didn't realize this, blue is his favorite color.

The boys got to see a good sized slug outside our house one morning. They were pretty excited. (Me, C, T, E)

Some of the funny things he's been saying are, "Ahh boy," "Hi, small doggy" and "Love (fill-in-the-blank)!" He mostly says "Ahh boy" when he gets exasperated or frustrated, or during diaper changes. The small doggy comment is just one of the things that he says, he uses small as a descriptor a lot. "Bye, small slug." We first noticed him saying that he loves something when we were driving to Ellensburg to meet their Aunt Amber and Grandma Grimmer, so we could spend a weekend to ourselves in Leavenworth. On the drive I pointed out the large rolling sprinklers on the farms. He exclaimed, "Love Sprinklers!" Then I'd point out the river that we were driving by, "Love Rivers!" Love this, love that. He's very sweet. Then again, he's been shouting that his hates things a lot lately and that things and people are stupid. He's not bipolar, I promise. He's usually cheerful and affectionate and loves snuggling. Sometimes he demands it. "Nuggle me!"
Truman went through a phase where he loved pretending to be a cat. He would climb up on us and just say "meow" and got the biggest smile when we played along. Another random thing he has always done is bang his head on his bed when he is falling asleep and when he wakes up. He's done this since he was a baby-- he sleeps on his stomach and bangs his head a few times on the mattress, then his feet, then head again, and he'll repeat until he's ready to sleep. Must be some kind of comfort thing.

We've been trying to get Truman and Elliott to cut back on how much milk they drink. They go through so much of it that we'd be running out frequently. All day long they shriek for their milk cups. (E, T)

Elliott is our sensitive one at this time of our lives. Who know, it could change. He wasn't always so sensitive. If he's doing something bad and he knows it, no matter what you say or do to him, he'll be stubborn and not yield to you. But, if he didn't know he was doing something wrong and gets in trouble, he will crumble into a ball of tears. Breaks our hearts every time. It's one of the reasons we love him so much though. He wants us to be happy with him and love him, and he tries hard to make us happy. What an empathetic boy. I hope he'll be the peacemaker as he gets older. We need at least one of them to be!

Elliott has been in speech therapy over the past several months because we had the twins evaluated and his speech showed a minor delay. He barely qualified for therapy, but absolutely loves when his speech therapist comes over to play (all the boys love it). It does seem like Truman has a leg up on him in the pronunciation department right now, but they're still little. Elliott has several things that he says that are funny though. Here's a couple of the best: milk cup = Me-el-Tup! Look = yuch! (He says this a lot, really enthusiastically). Another thing that he says when we ask him questions is, "yup!" in the best little voice.
He loves dogs and babies. Loves to touch the babies and pat them. On the other hand, despite how much he loves dogs, he hates them touching him. Love from a distance. He is also less interested in swimming than his brothers. The few times we've gone swimming so far this summer, he has been more interested in watching from the sidelines than getting in the water.
Elliott likes going on walks/runs with Mommy/Daddy. His favorite thing is running fast over the speed bumps. He likes chasing birds and squirrels at the park. Another thing he loves is his blanket. He was very attached to it a couple months ago and would take it with him everywhere. We didn't care too much. At least it wasn't a toy cookie, shark or lion. We still have the lion. He doesn't really care about it anymore. I think I saw the shark somewhere recently. That cookie is lost forever though. In the next life, I'm going to find out what happened to all the stuff we've lost.

Our three boys sitting with the Fred Meyer Playland employee watching a movie. (T, Employee, C, E)

Elliott calls Collin, "Doddin" and Truman "Tooman." He plays very well with his brothers. They all play well together, actually. It seems like Elliott often assumes the role of the monster when they're playing. The other boys take turns, but it seems like he is more often. Rachel says that Elliott does a very good job playing at the Playland in Fred Meyer. He, as well as the others, is very sweet. I feel like Elliott is more of a Daddy's boy right now in his life. Sometimes he wakes up at night and calls for me. I go in and tuck him in or get him some water. Something like that. Elliott is just a really good kid and there's nothing more to say.

Truman and Elliott love to hang from stuff. (E, T)

Couch cuddling (T, E)

Three boys

I just wanted to write a little about what life has been like lately in this chaotic but precious stage of life we are in. I think people assume that the hardest part of having twins would be the newborn stage, but I'd say the last year (age 18 months to 2.5 years) has rivaled the baby stage. I really don't think there is anything like having two 2-year olds. Plus the 4 year old added to the mix. I want to remember what the past year was like and what life has been like with twin toddlers. Not to complain about the stressful times, but to remember. Certain things were really difficult and that's the reality! I know these days won't last forever (my boys are already growing and maturing!) and I know that someday we will see the humor in the craziness.
A few of the things that stand out:

Leaving the house with the boys- something that is important to me, but also something I regularly vow to never do again. I like to have a schedule full of outings and playdates. On days when our outings are successful, I feel productive and invincible and it's all worth the effort. Half the time, though, our mornings go like this:
After feeding breakfast, start the dressing process. Remove pajamas from twins. One or both tantrums for 20 minutes demanding to put the pjs back on. Change a diaper while being kicked in the face. Repeat. Try to convince them to put their day clothes on for another 20 minutes. Finally resort to just holding them and putting the clothes on while they resist and scream. Set them free and watch as they take off their pants. Say "Forget it! We're not going anywhere. Ever again!" Realize that no one cares. But I really did need to go somewhere, so I keep trying to put the pants back on. Remind Collin 15 times to get dressed until he does. Find 6 shoes and put them on 6 kicking feet. Start heading for the car and realize someone (or two) just pooped. Change diapers, dress again, and open the car doors in the garage. Twins jump in and run to the back of the car, and refuse to come to their car seats. Try to coax them out, but they don't budge. Say "Never mind! We're staying home. Forever!!" and walk back inside. Realize no one cares except me. Come back to the garage, open the hatch, and pull out a struggling boy and buckle him in his seat. Repeat. Finally get on the road!

Being in public with all three. Last year, I pushed my double stroller everywhere I went with a boy in each seat and one sitting on the top. Somewhere around 18 months, the twins absolutely refused to sit in it without major tantrums, so by the end of our outings I would be trying to push Collin in that huge thing with a struggling toddler on each hip. So we ditched the stroller and tried to teach hand holding. That wasn't happening. I'd usually end up with a twin in each arm, telling Collin to hold onto one of their feet while we walked. Fortunately, Collin did a great job of staying close to me. The twins, however, liked to bolt the minute they were put down. I felt like a circus sometimes and got lots of comments about having my hands full. The places we could go without Rob were limited. No grocery stores, only certain parks, only certain houses, and. . .

The library deserves its own paragraph. I've been taking the boys to story time whenever possible since we lived in Portland, then Port Orchard, and so when we moved to Puyallup and knew nothing about the town, it was the first thing I looked up. It's always been an important part of our weekly routine. Though the library here seemed like a good one, I left that place in tears way too many times. The first time was when there was no story time, so we just went to check out books and check out the kids section, which was a good one. Most likely, it was hard to get everyone ready and out the door, and then out of the car and into the stroller to get there, but we did it because it is important to me to bring my kids to the library. We made it inside and I let the boys out of the stroller, but Truman started crying so I grabbed one of his favorite books and tried to frantically read to him to calm him down. It wasn't working and he was still fussing. If Truman was my only child, I would have quickly brought him back into the hall. But I had two others who were having fun with the toys, so instead I kept doing my best to distract and calm Truman while making sure the other two were in sight. Until a librarian came over and asked me to leave. "Maybe you can take him home and try again later. . . I mean, I don't want to ask you to leave, but. . ." As if it's a possibility to just quickly leave and "try again later." It took all my effort to just get out the door for this trip, and it was all a waste and I was humiliated. So I put fussing Truman in the stroller which made him scream, chased down Elliott, who didn't want to leave, so he screamed, and grabbed disappointed Collin and made my extremely loud exit while everyone stared. Yet, I refused to let that experience stop me from bringing my kids to the library, so the next week we went back to try again. Everyone was happy and doing well in the kids section until the twins discovered the toddler computers. They sat at one and watched images of balloons popping and loved it. They started making excited noises and saying "pop!" Since the rest of the library happened to be silent at that time, and there were two of them, their excited noises sounded loud and I tried to quiet them down. However, being the age of ONE, they hadn't yet grasped the concept of whispering. I tried pulling them away from the computer but that just caused screaming, so I chose the happy noises, figuring that if a library has a large kid's section filled with toys, they must expect a little toddler noise. However, I was wrong and an older librarian came over asking who was making noise, and when she saw that it was the twins, she started lecturing them. "Boys, we need to use our inside voices, blah blah blah. . . " A bunch of stuff they did not understand whatsoever. I tried my best to keep them quiet (as if keeping two toddlers silent is something that is actually physically possible) or find other activities for them, but the second they made any (age appropriate) noise, librarians everywhere glared at me. The last straw was when Collin became upset about a toy and started crying. Glares everywhere. I knew it was time to leave. I started to try to calm Collin when another librarian came over and asked what was going on. I told her I was just trying to leave. She said, "How can I help expedite that? Because it's hard to hear at the help desk." Okay, apparently this library has never had an upset child in it before. But it's not like I could just pick up and leave. I had to calm Collin. I had to gather the twins who were running off between aisles of books and buckle them into a stroller as they struggled and as everyone stared. Another loud exit, this time with tears streaming down my face. I'd never felt more unwelcome somewhere before, even after all the work of getting there and all the effort of keeping track of them and trying to keep them quiet. If I could go back to that time, I might tell myself not to worry about going to the library, that it wouldn't always be so difficult and that I should just wait a year until the boys were older. But, I kept going anyway because I knew how much my boys loved books and the library and I was glad they loved those things. We didn't have many other places to go to get out of the house. Also I felt a little defiant- this is a public place! There is a huge kid's section! Unless there is a "no children" policy, we should be welcome and those cranky old librarians need to have realistic expectations of small children. Plus, how would they ever learn how to behave in public places if I never brought them there? We mostly stuck to story times after that, which still brought on challenges when everyone else had their single well behaved child sitting in their lap while mine were the ones wandering around, opening cupboards and grabbing things and trying to turn off the lights. Looking back I really don't know if going to the library was worth all the stress and insecurity during that stage of life, but I can say that I didn't give up and the boys all actually do surprisingly well there now most of the time. Ahh I wrote too much about the library, but it really does bring back some of the peak emotions of trying to go places with all three.

The anxiety. Waking up in the middle of the night panicking at the thought of them running away from me in opposite directions . I'm sure any parent of a two year old has fears like this, but having two of them has brought me to the next level of paranoia. I have a hard time trusting other adults with my kids because I don't think they've reached my level of paranoid vigilance- they don't know what my kids are capable of! If there is any lapse in attention or something unsafe to be found, they will take full advantage. I don't worry as much about Collin getting in trouble, but he is still young enough for me to worry about him being safe. I feel like I've been a bit absent socially as well because of anxiety- playdates away from home are never relaxing. I'm always counting heads and only half involved in conversation. Then at nighttime, I replay moments in my head and think about how easily they could have been dangerous. For example, the day I took them to our favorite park (Frontier) and thought the twins were safely playing in the fenced corner of the park. Until I looked closer and it started to look like they were somehow getting to the other side of the tall chain link fence. The side with the barking dog. As I ran closer, I saw that they had found a tiny gap in the fence corner that only a two year old could fit through, and were slipping to the other side of the fence. Fortunately, they came back, but that didn't stop my late night images of dog attacks or finding a way to the street or being abducted while I stood helplessly on the other side of the fence. Or the time when the boys were playing in our little fenced backyard when Collin yelled that the gate opened. I ran out to see that the latch on the gate broke off and allowed it to open. So obviously both twins used that opportunity to slip out and sprint down the road with no looking back. Fortunately they hadn't gotten far, and I caught up to them quickly. But I still check the gate every time I let them play outside. We repaired it well and have never left it open, but I still have to check it.

Trying to make dinner while one boy gets between me and the counter and pushes with all his might to get me away from the counter, while the other is on top of the counter, knocking everything off and coming too close to the knives. Putting forth earnest effort to make healthy, well balanced meals three times a day. Filling three little plates and bringing them to the table, to have two of them immediately thrown on the (carpeted) dining room floor. And on the other hand, feeling guilty when I feed them chicken nuggets for the second time that week because the whole "trying to cook food that will be thrown on the floor" thing is just too overwhelming.

Three children pulling my body in different directions, all crying for attention at once. Not much to explain about this, but just know that this has been a huge part of my daily life.

So much poop. Changing one of the twins' poopy diapers while he thrashes, screams, and kicks me in the face while the other one or two boys are trying to climb on my back, arms wrapped around my neck, choking me. And doing this approximately 6 times a day.

The fighting, biting, name calling, "hate you"s, hitting, and general negative behaviors that are compounded when there are two 2-year-olds at the peak of those phases. They feed off each other. Collin even repeats some of them, even though he knows better, because his brothers are both doing it. Even the twins' running away problem seems to be worse because there are two of them- they don't look back and worry that they're getting too far away from me. They only see each other and get the courage to keep going. They are united in their fearlessness. It brings a whole new set of parenting challenges when it's two against one.

So, those were some of the examples of intense times. There really is nothing like having two 2-year-olds. Despite the craziness that twins bring, we are thankful every day that we get to have this unique life experience. We get to see what it's like for two babies to become toddlers together, and to grow up with a built in best friend. And they really are best friends! When we peek in on them in nursery at church, they are usually right next to each other. If Truman wakes up and Elliott isn't in his bed, the first thing he does is start calling out "Ell-buh?" And vice versa. They love each other. And I really can't describe what it's like to have two toddlers hugging and kissing me at once. They are snugglers and it's the best. The overwhelming times are always overpowered by the sweet moments.

I know I wrote all that weirdly and jumbled- some in past tense, some in present- because the boys are growing so quickly and some things are still issues while others are getting much easier already! I just know that someday, I'll forget what the last year was like, but I just wanted to document a few examples of why it was probably the craziest! Now, at age 2 and a half, the twins don't run off as much. They actually do pretty well at holding my hand most of the time! They are willing to play in the Fred Meyer free childcare area, so grocery shopping is a possibility now. They love going to nursery at church, and do well with babysitters. Diaper changing and getting dressed are still met with resistance, but not every time any more. Our last few trips to the library have been amazingly uneventful. They sit on my lap during story time! I am amazed at how much they have matured in the last year.

Though our lives are filled with craziness, we feel so blessed. Not everyone gets to experience twins, and it's still amazing to us that we do. Overwhelming as it may be at times, we know how lucky we are to have three healthy children. One day we will miss them being small, so we try to remember to embrace the messes and noise and exhaustion, and soak in all the sweetness of our little boys.

Jan-April

One more photo catch up from the beginning of 2015!

After bathtime each night is book time in Mommy and Daddy's bed. It is my favorite! We read a book or two, then Rob takes Truman and Elliott to their beds to sing songs and say prayers, and Collin stays with me to read scriptures and sometimes a chapter of a longer book. We finished his first chapter book at the beginning of this year: The Wizard of Oz.

We got a zoo membership, and have already made good use of it. The boys especially love the tigers and the sharks in the aquarium. Collin also thinks the walruses are funny because of the one time when we watched one gliding through the water backwards and run into a little floating thing by accident and flinch.

C,T,E

Me, Truman, Collin

This was on a Sunday morning when we all made it early to church and were sitting in the pew, when Truman out of nowhere started throwing up all over me several times. I was pretty successful at keeping it on me rather than the pew, fortunately. We carefully went to the bathroom to clean what we could before going home. 

Elliott and Truman, side by side as usual.

Cupcakes at Asher's birthday party

Elliott preferred to eat his cupcake lying down.

Another zoo day! Collin acting like a bird in the play area

Fake sleeping in Truman's bed. These three are the best of friends. (E,T,C)

Dance party at the Grimmers

Crazy counter boys. They love to climb up and jump off onto the floor as much as they can before I can stop them. So far, no injuries from their daredevil ways, but I'm expecting broken bones before this year is over. Here's my official written prediction. 

Keeping them off the counter is a constant daily struggle. Just had to take a photo for the memories of this stage. . . assuming and hoping that it will end someday.

Valentine's Day- Collin chose Lego Movie Valentines to bring to preschool.

February had some surprisingly warm days, so we had to take advantage of them and picnic in the park as much as we could. (C,T,E)

Valentine's Day cake! (C,T,E)

Collin's preschool Valentine's Day party was lots of fun. They did crafts, decorated cookies, and played with friends.

T and E at the Valentine's party

I came home from a baby shower one evening to find our living room rearranged to accommodate a gigantic fort. The boys were in heaven. (C,E,T) 

Collin ran to the store with me the same evening as the fort fun, and apparently was worn out enough to fall asleep in the cart.

We had a quick visit from Grandma and Grandpa Grimmer!

Napping together (T,E)

This must be another day at the zoo. I love their three little matching heads trying to find the snake. (T,C,E)

We still bathe all three of them together. It's getting to be a pretty crowded tub! (C,T,E)

Sunday nap

We didn't really celebrate Dr. Seuss's birthday, but made sure to read his books that evening with the Cat in the Hat and Horton stuffed animals. Seuss is a favorite around here.

We checked out an Eric Carle Pancakes book, and after reading it one day decided we needed to make some. (Maybe it was my idea- pregnancy makes me want every food I see a picture of). Collin insisted on having a tall stack of pancakes with a square piece of butter on top and syrup. I was happy to oblige the pancake stack he was imagining.

Pantsless babies reading together. Truman's the one holding the book.

Elliott usually has a stick in his hand when he's outside.

Our ultrasound day came, and we loved seeing our baby boy!

A couple of helpers making pie on Pi day. Elliott and Collin

They were obviously really excited for pie!

Elliott went on a special date with me one night. Dairy Queen had free ice cream cones, and Elliott was the only boy who took a nap that day, so I decided to take him out. He was so excited to tell Rob that he got "cho-chat i-ceem."

St. Patrick's Day! We stayed home and made up activities as we went that day. Collin really wanted to make a craft and decorate our house.

We decided to do a little leprechaun scavenger hunt like we did last year. 

And of course shamrock shaped everything. Here's Elliott with rice krispies treats.

And Truman with a green quesadilla lunch.

They love to hang on bars, especially the twins, They can hold on for an impressive amount of time too. I love this picture of my three happy boys. Truman, Elliott, Collin

Funny faced Elliott looking in the sliding glass door.

We had a visit from Tiffanie and her kids one weekend, and we watched Rob's cousin's son Leo as well. The power went out, so we figured we should probably set up the tent and camp in the living room with flashlights. The boys had a blast! The power came back on after an hour, and Collin was the only one who ended up actually sleeping in the tent. But it still made for a fun evening.

Rob teaching all the kids about blacklights.

I attended a chocolate dipping class taught by someone in my ward, and brought home my treats. Truman approved.

Elliott approved too.

And then later that day, Elliott fell asleep like this.

The circus came to town, and we made the last minute decision for Rob to go with Collin after work. Collin had a blast and was so excited and giddy to tell me about it when he came home. He couldn't stop laughing uncontrollably as he told me about the clown that tooted.

Easter

Attending our neighborhood Easter egg hunt

The boys all got the hang of getting eggs this year and ended up with lots of little treats.

Truman got the most, I think. He also got a special ticket in one of his eggs that won him a pre-made basket of prizes!

Easter baskets

Classic "mouthful of chocolate bunny" Easter morning picture.

Collin's favorite surprise from the Easter bunny was a color by number book and new package of crayons. He spent a lot of that day coloring.

Bunny breakfast

Elliott and Daddy

Elliott showing off his treats

Truman

My handsome family with the traditional bunny cake! Truman, Elliott, Daddy, Collin

All smiles (T,E)

Matching boys, matching books (Elliott, Truman)

Snugglers with their blankets and the giraffes Grandma and Grandpa Grothaus gave them when they were born. (E,T)

We had a playdate with the McMullins and apparently it was blue day.

These Ikea baskets are going to get so ruined by these kids, but aren't they just so cute?! (Truman, Elliott)

The weather has been so nice, and we've been loving our backyard. The boys will stay out there for hours at a time. They constructed this "airplane" and Collin pretended to talk to the captain while the twins looked like they just wanted to sleep.

E and T

Another beautiful day at the zoo, just standing back and watching that attractive husband with those adorable kids. 

Checking out the tigers. 

Collin has been needing the next size of clothes, and I wanted to try h&m clothes but wasn't sure what the sizing would be like. So he had his first fitting room experience. I was excited about it, he didn't really care, but he did decide he really liked the one shirt he tried on.

Lounging around on a sunny day. (T, E)

E and T at the park in their favorite scary sweaters.