Saturday, February 28, 2009

Yet Another Wild Story

Another day, another ski story. I was really thinking we would get through the day today without any ski incidents, but turns out we came across a major one. Jason and I were about to go get on a lift (the same one where I had my ski ripped off with Caroline), but at the last minute decided to ski down the mountain a little further. As we were skiing over to go down the mountain, Jason noticed a woman lying on the ground. She wasn't moving or laughing (laughing being the international ski sign for: I'm not hurt, I feel like an idiot for falling, and now I've got to figure out how to get myself up again) and she was lying in a weird position. Jason went over and asked her if she was hurt and she said she was. Jason took off one of her skis (she was missing the other one) and she asked him to take off her goggles. About that time the ski lift operator hollered over to us that the medic was on the way. I asked her, "Can we call somebody for you?" She said, "My husband is up there." Jason and I looked up the mountain and Jason said, "What's he wearing so we can look for him?" She said, "No. He's right up there," and she nodded to the ski lift. We hadn't noticed, but the ski lift was stopped and sure enough there was a man sitting on the ski lift right above us. She then said, "I fell from the lift, and I'm hurt." About this time they started the lift again and her husband said, "I'll come back for you." He was stuck on the lift and had to ride it to the top to get back down to her. The lift operator came over and said that basically she had never gotten herself all the way on the lift. Which is pretty much what had happened to me when my ski got ripped off, but I had been able to grab on and scoot my butt back in the seat. She had been able to hang on for about 20 yards and the lift was about 10-15 feet off the ground at the point she had fallen. We stayed with her until the medic was able to get to her, and Jason helped load her on the sled. She was in bad shape. She couldn't move her arm, so we think at a minimum her arm was broken. She was also saying how bad her shoulders and ribs hurt. I think we missed seeing her fall from the lift by seconds, which I'm so glad I didn't see, and I will definitely be more careful when getting on the lifts from now on!

Friday, February 27, 2009

Just In Time

Maw-Maw and Granny Sherry arrived just in time to help take care of sick kids. Everybody 5 and under is fighting off a low fever with a cold. Since Kyle is our "drama queen" he's getting lots of attention for his "pitiful little sick eyes". That child can really put on a show...I have no idea where he gets it, surely not me! Being part Chinese and part Reynolds, JR loves to tell you when he's sick. He also asks for medicine. In general, the Chinese love to go to the doctor and take medicine. (I myself think Traditional Chinese Medicine totally works and have had my share of acupuncture, cupping, massage, and nasty tasting herbs.) My dad also loves to go to the doctor and take medicine, so JR comes by it honest. First thing this morning JR asked, "Can I take my medicine? Can I have a breathing treatment?" JR's hardly ever sick, and he's definitely not a hypercondraic, so it's really funny when he does get a little sick....he's not as dramatic as Kyle, but he'll definitely let you know you need to feel sorry for him in his time of need.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Wideload Wednesday

One of the little girls in JR's class brought everybody Mardi Gras beads to celebrate Fat Tuesday yesterday. Of course now Kyle and Reed have a new favorite toy. A room full of toys and they've been playing with plastic beads for two days. And if you're wondering what I'm giving up for Lent, that would be...nothing! I've never heard a Baptist sermon telling me I needed to give up something for Lent. And you know the Baptists, if they thought I needed to be giving something up, they would have told me!

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Thelma and Louise

My mom and Jason's mom are hitting the road tomorrow to come visit us. Road Trip! Sherry said, "We'll be like Thelma and Louise!" I'm just hoping their Thelma and Louise-ness doesn't include outrunning the police and driving their car off a cliff. If their Thelma and Louise-ness involves a hitchhiking, shirtless Brad Pitt I told them to give me a call. Not that I'm a big fan of Brad Pitt these days (I'm a card carrying member of Team Aniston), but you just can't deny those 6 pack abs of his back in the day. Thelma and Louise will be driving to Amarillo, Texas tomorrow, and should pull into Durango on Thursday. JR is very excited to see them and told me just while ago, "Mommy! Maw-Maw and Granny Sherry will be here in 2 days, and we're going to play Monopoly!" I just hope Maw-Maw and Granny Sherry have their Monopoly playing clothes packed...although they might want to pack something just a bit hipper in case they do run into Brad Pitt.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Hair Club

It's starting to look like the babies are finally starting to grow some hair. Of course to actually see the hair the light has to be just right, and it helps if their hair is wet. (I prepped their hair for this photo shoot by running a wet wipe over their heads.) But really, I'm not in any big rush for their hair to come in; I love little bald headed babies. I might be a little concerned if I thought their hair was going to turn out like my side of the family, but luckily they've got those great Ingersoll hair genes to counteract mine. Speaking of my pitiful hair, I was on Facebook the other day and one of my friends from high school commented that she thought my status updates were funny. Then she said, "I'll always remember how you had toilet paper in your hair at homecoming." I had totally forgotten about that, but yes, for homecoming my senior year I wore my hair in a very stylish-for-the-time French twist. But to get my sad little baby fine hair to actually look good, the stylist put toilet paper "inside" the twist. And it worked, my hair never looked so good! Except at my wedding...but hair extensions were around by then so not all of my "wedding hair" was actually natural either. But not to worry boys, you'll have that great Ingersoll TP hair for you!

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Baby Talk: Swimming Sensation

Reed: All we babies hear about is how JR was already "swimming" by the time he was our age. The way these people around here talk I'm surprised JR hasn't swum in his first Olympics. If we've heard it once, we've heard it a million times: "We used to just throw JR in the water and he'd swim right up." or "JR would just take off and jump in the pool when he was this age." Well, if I can't swim yet, I'm blaming my brother. How am I supposed to learn to swim when I've got a brother that's just now not crying in the bathtub. I did my best to show Daddy that I really want to learn. When we went to the pool yesterday Daddy did "advanced lessons" with me, while Mommy did "baby lessons" with Kyle. And yeah, yeah, JR was great of course...he spent most of the time jumping off the diving board....I guess now they'll be calling him Greg Louganis. But enough about JR, let's focus on me. Check me out in the pool!

R: Daddy let me try out one of the bigger slides too. Kyle was too scared to do the slide, but not me! I loved you will see by the smile on my face at the end.

Kyle: Dude! Would you quit talking about me! I did NOT have to go to "baby lessons" and I DID go down a slide.

R: You did so go to "baby lessons"! You'd hardly let go of Mommy. I don't think she ever dunked you under. How could she? You had a pacifier in your mouth the whole time! Did you see anybody else at the pool with a pacifier?

K: Um No, that's because nobody is as cool as me and ABLE to swim with a pacifier...I'm just that awesome in my awesomeness.

R: Well, if you're that awesome let's just show everybody you going down the slide, if you can call it a slide.

K: Oh, it's a slide! And you'll see that I'm able to slide, splash into water, and look cute for the ladies....all while sucking on my pacifier. Awesomeness? Oh yeah it is!

Friday, February 20, 2009

Sugar Rush

I don't think I mentioned much about Valentine's Day except for JR's school party. We went skiing that day, as you can tell by JR's ski helmet hair, and are still busy eating chocolate. The babies love M&M's, and I've had to move the candy from their highchair line of vision since Reed was turning his face away from '"real" food then squealing and pointing to the candy on the table. I thought I did a great job of not going "candy overboard" this Valentines, then I realized that JR had talked Ayi into buying him his own bag full of candy. So, yet again, we are on candy overload. One of JR's Valentine's presents was a puzzle of the United States. He was able to pick out Texas and Colorado without any help, and could then easily see why we had a hurricane in Houston, but won't have one in Colorado. He then asked, "Mommy, Where's China?" We talked a lot about where China is located and how it isn't part of the United States. He then said, "So everybody on this puzzle speaks English!" Being from Texas, I kinda had to giggle at that one, and decided that the easiest answer was the simplest. "Yes, JR. Everybody in America speaks English."

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

This IS....American Idol!

I was watching American Idol last night and for some reason they edited the babies out of last night's show. I'm not sure what the producers were thinking...but luckily I have a copy of the edited bits...Check it out below:

Can you see me? Go get me another box to stand on! It's in my contract that I'm not going to be shorter than the girls this season. What? We're on....
It's all come down to this America. The fate of these contestants rests in your hands.
I'm Ryan Seacrest and THIS is American Idol!
Let's give it up for our first contestant: Reed Ingersoll

Dude! Reed! That was the bomb! That's what I'm talkin' about! You killed it, Dawg! That was even better than when I was workin' with Mariah, dude! Reed Ingersoll in da house, Y'all!

Reed, did you know that I am a singer/songwriter, myself? Yeah, lots of people don't know who I am. I can sing right now if you want me to. Doesn't my hair look great tonight? And I seem so much more knowledgeable than Paula, don't I? Nice job, Reed. Really nice job.

Reed. I love you. I just want to pick you up and squeeze you and hug you. And when I do then everybody will be able to see my new jewelery I'm wearing that's available now on QVC! Ummm, my cup is empty, I'm gonna need a refill!

Reed, if I'm being perfectly honest, it wasn't half bad. There's something about you I like. Now, I'm not saying it was fantastic, but it certainly wasn't a train wreck...much like the crazy sitting next to me.
(Keep reading for Kyle's debut...)

This IS.... American Idol-Part 2

Seacrest back with you on American Idol. So what do you think? Think I should go back to the flat iron and highlights? Alright, so lets move on to our next contestant: Kyle Ingersoll

Yo, Yo, Yo! What's goin' down Kyle Dawg? Ehhhhh, I don't know...It was just alright for me ya know? Ya know? I just don't know if I was feelin' it? You can sing, Dawg, you can sing. I just don't know if that was your best performance for me...At this stage you gotta bring it. Ya know, Dawg?

Oh! Am I supposed to talk? I thought I was just supposed to sit here and show how fabulous my hair looks. That and make sure Paula doesn't fall out of her chair. Um, okay...Yes, Kyle, I agree with Randy. You can sing. And I hope the audience gives you another chance to show us what you're all about. Paula?

Ummmm! Can somebody bring me a Viocidin? and an Adderall ? Why is there water in my glass? You think I can chase these pills with water?!Vodka! Stat! Oh, Kyle Sweetheart, That was just wonderful. It melted my heart. I have two words with a semicolon and a hyphen for you: Sold Out Arenas!

Well, I don't mean to be rude, but let's come back to reality here, shall we? I mean, it was atroshish . What was that whole middle part where you jumped around on the couch like a mad man. I think America is going to agree with me on this one. It was quite like a child putting on a show at home.

Monday, February 16, 2009

#2 and #3

We had visitors number 2 and 3 come see us this past weekend. (We had 36 people come to see us in Beijing, so we're hoping to beat that.) Our friends Caroline and Jason came from Houston. Caroline is my first friend I made at UT, and as you can see from this picture...we're still just as silly as we were at 18....not that we're much older than that now! Speaking of our silliness, I have a great ski mishap to share with you. Saturday morning was really cold and snowy on the mountain, so I had my hood up on my jacket. Caroline and her Jason actually told me I looked like the Unabomber, so that should give you a good visual. Caroline and I were waiting to get on a 2 person ski lift and with the snow and my Unabomber hood in the way, I was having trouble with my peripheral vision. As I sat down on the lift, my left butt cheek didn't make it all the way on, so my left foot and ski was turned behind me as the ski lift took off...ripping my ski off my foot. Of course this caused all kinds of dramatics on our part. We laughed, we panicked, we laughed some more. Caroline was super supportive in my time of need by telling me, "I'm so glad it's you and not me!" As we approached the get off we screamed to Jason and Jason (who were in front of us) to tell the lift operator to slow it down, and I held out my ski-less boot in case he needed a visual. As they were stopping the lift for me to get off I'm thinking, this is so what I get for making fun of the Pentecostal skiers on my blog! So they stopped the lift, but I still had to ski down the lift hill with one ski. It wasn't graceful, in fact I'm surprised it's not a clip on YouTube, but I did manage to get down without falling on my face. The nice (good) skier behind us had my ski and a crisis was averted. Yeah for good times!

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Deep, Dark Depression

Yes, I'm in deep, dark depression. Ayi left Saturday morning and we already miss her terribly. She made it back to Beijing with no problems. Flying is stressful enough as it is, can you imagine having to change airplanes 3 times in a country where you don't speak the language? She is one amazing woman. I'm wallowing so in my own self-pity that I hardly have the strength to sit and

Friday, February 13, 2009

Boarding Basics

JR finished up his snowboarding lessons and according to his teacher he can "turn and stop". He's just now starting to get the hang of it, so hopefully we can continue with some private lessons for him. I have two videos of him, but he is actually doing better than the videos show. I had the babies in the car with me, so this was the only chance I had to break away and film before I had to get back to them. (And yes, sitting in the car for an hour trying to entertain twins is super fun...) The videos are a bit dark since his lessons are at night, but you can still see him. You'll notice in the video that his hands look giant. That's because he has lost ALL of his gloves at school or on the bus, so he's wearing an adult size glove since all the kid snow gloves in Durango seem to be sold out...Guess all his friends have lost theirs too!

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Spoken Like A True Ingersoll

JR had his Valentine party at school today. The first thing he wanted to do when we got home was have me read his Valentines to him. As we were going through them, I noticed that Emma had given him three. I said, "JR, Emma must really like you to give you 3 Valentines." JR's reply, "I know, Emma totally loves me." His daddy and grandpa will be so proud...spoken like a true Ingersoll.
The Valentines party was really nice and I met some more of the moms. Two of them told me they could tell I was from the South before they asked me where I was from....Is my accent that bad? I really thought my "internationalness" had softened it some. But I'm guessing my referring to this state as "Col-o-ROD-o" instead of "Col-o-RAD-o" is a dead giveaway. Of course I can't go anywhere without somebody in the Ingy family causing some sort of a scene (I'm just glad it wasn't me). Luckily, today was Kyle's turn to be the scene maker. Kyle decided that it was impossible for him to sit in the stroller while I was putting out the cookies I brought. After much fumbling on my part, I finally had to put him down so I could get the lid off one of the containers. I stood him up at the table, and the next thing I knew some of the moms started laughing. I looked down and Kyle had his face covered in cookie frosting. While holding tight to the table, he leaned into the cookie tray and took a bite out of one of the cookies! That one's smart as a fox I'll tell ya. After they enjoyed Kyle's cookie, both babies were happy to spend the rest of the party playing in the housekeeping center while JR collected Valentines from his legion of female admirers. Happy Valentine's Day!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Mountain Men

I'm finishing up our Albuquerque trip today, so it's a two post day! Keep on reading after you're done with the Mountain Men.
I tried really hard to get a good picture of the boys with the Sandia Mountains in the background (didn't happen). Taking a picture of the mountains was as close as I wanted to get to them. My mom told me, "Oh! I've ridden the Sandia Peak Tram! You should go do that!" I quickly told her that the last thing in the world I'd ever want to do is go ride the Sandia Peak Tram. I hate gondolas, almost as much as flying. And the Sandia Peak Tram isn't just any old gondola, it's the longest tramway in the world! 2.7 miles of dangling over the side of a mountain. thanks. I'll keep my feet planted firmly on the ground...and here's the pictures to prove it.
Kyle almost in tears. Reed with his new favorite toy- an empty bottle of lotion. He's starting to look like a mini Bob Dole the way he carries it around! He won't let go of it, and starts crying when he has to put it down to drink his milk. I swear these children have every toy in the world, and he's carrying around a travel size lotion bottle!

Reed happy; Kyle playing with the rocks.

Kyle didn't like the grass so it's just Reed and JR.

JR and Kyle with the resort in the background.

Stories and S'Mores

Saturday night we went out to listen to a Native American storyteller and make s'mores. Our storyteller was from the Tamayame tribe, whose land the Tamaya resort is built. (You might be wondering why everyone is bundled up in coats except Tank-Top Guy in the back...I think he had just come from the hot tub.)

JR and his burnt marshmellow. Ayi literally squealed out when she saw JR eat the marshmellow. Now thinking about it, I can see where it might seem odd to stick a marshmellow on a stick and roast it on an open flame. But, I've been at plenty of Chinese dinners where I've watched them devour an entire fish, face and all. So really, if you've seen fish eyes eaten, I wouldn't think a roasted marshmellow would give you reason to fret.

Kyle enjoying a s'more.

The only picture we got of all of us. JR couldn't stop eating long enough to pose, and of course he also picked out the longest roasting stick he could find...Look, it's as tall as Jason! You'll also notice how unhappy Reed is. He quickly spotted that Kyle had a fresh s'more and is doing his best to take it away from him. Ahhh, family photo ops.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Destruction Derby

Now really, where am I? What is this strange new land Jason has moved us to? After a foot of snow last night and snowy conditions this morning, JR comes in from school today and says, "Mommy! We were late for school this morning because we got in a wreck!"
Me (In complete mom panic mode): Oh my gosh! Are you okay? What happened?
JR: Ummm...a car ran into the bus.
At this point I grab his backpack and start searching for the note from his school. The note which will certainly give me every teeny detail of the event. But, there's no note. Nothing, nada, zip, zero, zilch. I was literally holding the backpack upside down and shaking it hoping an invisible note would miraculously fall out.
Appalled at his school, I continue my questioning with JR.
Me: So tell me what happened.
JR: We were on the bus and a car hit us.
Me: And you were late?
JR: Yes! We were all late!
Me: Are you hurt?
JR: No, I'm fine.
Me (making sure my baby is really okay): Did you fall on the floor or anything?
JR: No...Can I have a snack?
Obviously JR was as fazed about this wreck as his school. So I call Jason, "JR says another car hit the school bus! They were late to school...and the school didn't even send a note! If we were at home this would have been on the news!"
Jason: Is he okay?
Me: Says he is.
Jason: Okay. I'll see you tonight.
Now that's two people who seem to be as concerned about this wreck as the school. But, luckily, I knew just the person to call. The one person who would certainly give this "incident" the dramatics that was entitled to it.
Me: Mom! JR's bus was in a wreck this morning and the school didn't even send home a note!
My mom: Oh! Is he okay?! Is he hurt?! Not even a note?! That would have been on the front page of the paper here!

Monday, February 9, 2009

My Least Favorite Ingersoll

I have more Albuquerque pictures and stories, but since there was "an incident" last night, I have a much more pressing matter to share today.
Being a native Texan I'm pretty enthralled when it snows. Even in Beijing we didn't get but a snow flurry or two a year. So when it snows, I can't help but watch and enjoy. It started snowing yesterday (it's supposed to snow most of the week) and the babies even seem to like to look out the window with me. I'm not sure they're really excited about the snow, but the standing on the couch part seems to be a lot of fun.
But, alas, my love affair with the snow took a turn for the worse last night. About 3:30 A.M. Hunter (our dog) jumped off the bed and started whining. Since Jason had to get up for work this morning, I decided to be the good wife and go let Hunter out. Being that is was 3:30 A.M. and Hunter seems to like to sleep as much as I do, I figured I could just open the front door and let him run out to do his business. I could see it was snowing and obviously it was cold, so I stood at the front door peering out the window waiting on him. So what did Hunter do? Not what he was supposed to! Hunter decided to prance through the middle of the front yard and go down to the neighbors house. Now let me stop my story there and show you a picture of our front yard.
As you can see my front yard is really just a big pile of snow, so if I was to follow after Hunter I would have sunk up to my knees. But my first problem was that I needed to go put on 18 layers of clothing just to stick my toe outside. Since it was 3:30 I grabbed a pair of pajama pants, Jason's coat that was by the front door, and Jason's snow boots. I was quite a sight! Here I go marching down the street in over-sized boots trying to scream "Hunter!" as quietly as I could. Hunter could have cared less about the crazy woman wandering the snowy streets in her pajamas. He was having a grand old time just hanging out in the middle of the yard. I somehow got him to follow me (he was in the yard, I was in the street) and got him close enough to me where I could reach out a grab him...both of us covered in snow. Let's just say Hunter is doing his best to keep a low profile today. And I can assure you, I will not be marching around in the snow again tonight!

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Bathing Suit Bodies

Thankfully the Hyatt Tamaya Resort in Albuquerque keeps their swimming pool heated during the winter. The pool also just happens to have JR's favorite thing in the entire world... a big tunnel water slide. I tried out the water slide after JR, and was surprised to find that the tunnel is completely dark until the very end. You have no idea where you're going...and it's actually a really long slide. I said, "JR, I can't believe you didn't tell me how dark it is inside the slide." JR's response, "Mommy, I thought you needed to figure that out on your own."
Being at the pool in our bathing suits also gave Ayi the chance to figure out how "skinny" we are. Never ones to mince words, the Chinese will always let you know just what they think of you. There were plenty of times I was shopping in Beijing when I was told, "You can't try that on!You're too fat!" I know it sounds rude, but to them they're just stating a fact: "You are a big American, and you will not fit in these little- bitty Chinese clothes. You will be wasting my time if I let you try them on." Pretty much anything we find "rude" to ask or say they find perfectly acceptable. They'll ask you how much money you make, how much you paid for something, or how old you are in a second. They will also point out any imperfection you might have and ask you about it immediately. So Jason and I weren't surprised a bit when Ayi said to us, (I've taken the liberty of translating it into English for you) "You, Jan, and JR were all fat the whole time you lived in China, but now all of you are skinny!" I'm just going to take that as a compliment and run...A Chinese person finally thinks I'm "skinny"!

New Mex vs Tex Mex

So I was going to casually mention what I thought about New Mexican food, but since I got so many comments about it, I'm going to give my audience what they want and dedicate a whole post! Our friends from Beijing, Dan and Christina, live in Albuquerque so they took us to the world famous El Pinto. I was happy to eat there since my buddies John McCain and Sarah Palin also ate there while visiting Albuquerque. I thought the food was great: chips and salsa-great, margartia-great, huevos rancheros-different than Tex-Mex but great (I chose the red sauce), sopapillas-great. Jason had the red chile ribs which are a speciality of El Pinto and he said they were terrific. I guess the waitress picked up on my "out of town-ness", perhaps she heard me making a spectacle of myself over the Sarah Palin buying salsa picture hanging on the wall, so she warned me of the spiciness of the sauce. My reply..."Oh, I'm from Texas. I should be okay, right?" She then quickly assured me since I was from Texas I'd be just fine. So verdict on New Mexican food. It was some good stuff, it's different than Tex Mex so it's not really fair to say one's better than the other. I love my Tex Mex, but while I'm not in Texas...New Mexican will do just fine.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Bright Lights/Big City

Ayi will be going back to Beijing in about a week, (Can you hear me crying?) and she wants to do some shopping before she goes back. Since we only have a WalMart here in Durango, (No Target! Don't you feel sorry for me?) we're using shopping as an excuse to go to the big city... Albuquerque. We're heading out tomorrow and will be back on Sunday. I'll be sure and give you all the low down including how I like the food. I was told New Mexico serves "real" Mexican food, not Tex-Mex. It was said to me like Tex-Mex is a bad thing. Now, I'm really trying to accept everybody's "diversity" up here. But, come on! Tex-Mex not as good as Real-Mex? I don't know, I just don't think my "tolerance" can handle that!

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Baby Talk: Splash Town

Reed (on left): Dude! Finally we can take a bath without you bellerin' and bawlin'!
Kyle: Man, I have no idea what you're talking about.
R: Oh come on! Mommy's been trying to get us to take a bath together since we moved in, and you've burst out into hysterics everytime. Look at ya! You've got a pacifier in your mouth right now! Who does that? I mean really, who needs a pacifier to take a bath?

K: Stop it, man. You're being mean. Mommy says I'm "sensitive". This big bath tub scares me, and my pacifier comforts me. I'm still a little nervous.
R: Nervous about taking a bath? Dude! We sit in warm water and get to play with toys. Yeah we have to get washed off, but that only takes a second. The rest of the time it's fun.
K: Well, Mommy lets me do whatever I want, and if I want to take a bath with a pacifier then I can!
R: Whatever, I'm going to get busy doing my tongue trick...that always gets a big laugh. You just sit there and suck that pacifier. When you're ready to play, you let me know!

K: Play? I do like to play....Reed! Look! I can do it. I can take a bath without crying and without a pacifier!
R: Way to go Big Bro! Now pass me that Power Ranger.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Can't Take the Texas Out of the Boys

Photo Disclaimer: Yes, Reed's face if very chapped in this photo. I have a Chinese woman living with me who was quite upset about the situation. Lots of lotion was applied, and the problem has been remedied. Grandmothers, please no comments about "your baby's" face.
The babies have now learned to get on their rocking horse and rock themselves. True to form, Reed is really great at this. He'll climb on without incident and rock and rock. Also true to form, Kyle will climb on (after falling off a few times) and is usually facing the wrong way. He jumps up and down a few times, and though not riding it "properly" has a fine time of his own. Of course we have a room full of toys, but usually they prefer to play with the exact same toy at the exact same time. (Having 2 of the same thing doesn't always fix this situation either.) When it comes to the rocking horse there's just enough room for them both to fit. But when they're both trying to get on at the same time it's quite a show. It's eerily similar to a WWE wrestling match. There's certain to be lots of squeals, hollers, and cries. It's unbelievable the elbows these guys can throw at one-years old! But once on, Kyle quite enjoys the ride with brother Reed at the "wheel". Giddy-Up!