Boys

It is so funny to watch I. imitate his daddy. Today, N. was out in the yard poisoning fire ant hills. He would walk around studying the ground, stopping occasionally to examine a spot to see if it was an active ant hill. I. trotted along behind him, stopped when he stopped, and bent down to see the ant hill in question. Over and over they did this as I watched from the porch swing. It was so funny to see the grown up mirrored in miniature. I swear I. even walks like N., and he loves to be outside "helping" Daddy all the time. Poor boy, stuck in this house full of girls all week. :)

Introducing Mr. and Mrs. Twirly

It's a little known fact that my daughter, A., is already married at the tender age of almost seven. In fact, she informs us that she was actually married at the age of two. I think she chose that as the youngest age that a child would be likely to be able to say, "I do."

It all started when A. was twirling around the living room and N. said to her, "Will you bring me my scriptures, Mrs. Twirly?" So A. proceeded to make up a husband for herself. If she's Mrs. Twirly and not Miss Twirly, she must be married right? She kept making stuff up for quite a while. I feel I know Mr. Twirly quite well, but I don't know his first name. Apparently, his wife doesn't either. At first when I asked to meet him, she said he was at work, but then she amended that to say that he was hiding in her bedroom. I asked if he was shy and she said, "maybe." But then I asked if he was lazy and that got a quick, "yes." When I asked what he eats since food isn't allowed in the bedrooms, she said that he eats imaginary food and that fills him up. But sometimes, he turns invisible and sneaks downstairs to get something from the pantry. That explains all the missing food in the house. I figure that Mr. Twirly must not be very healthy since everything that goes missing from the pantry is junk food and not vegetables. Also, Mr. Twirly is having a birthday tomorrow. That fits in well with our family since many events happen on the 18th of various months for us. We needed something for May 18th.

The funniest part of the whole thing was watching A. try to tell us all this with a straight face. She didn't break out laughing, but she couldn't help smiling part of the time. The rest of us had a great, rolling on the floor laugh though.

This is why we shouldn't have two year olds

Today the twins got a hold of the Desitin and decided that their hands looked really pretty in white. When I caught them at it, T. looked like she had elbow length white gloves on. Her brother had been less ambitious and settled for covering his hands. Of course I grabbed their hands to keep them from touching anything, but then I had no hands to open the door to get to the bathroom to wash them. I asked A. to open the door. She looks at the twins and says, "This is why we shouldn't have two year olds." Uh, yeah, too bad they have to be two before they can be three.