Kidisms

   Super-heros in this house:
     Cheetahra aka Esther
     Dog-o-mite aka Bennett
     Super Doggie aka Ava
     Little Mittens aka Adam

     We are potty training hence the lack of communication.  I absolutely hate potty training with every fiber of my being.  We are somewhat successful with number 1, but nowhere close with number 2.  Big T is making up songs and chants about bodily functions and where they go.  Ugh.  Like I said, I hate this period in my kids' lives.

   Instructions on the worksheet:  Draw a picture of something bigger than you.
  Ava:  I'm bigger than poo.
  Me:  Then that's not an option for your worksheet.
  Ava:  Then I don't know what to draw.

Me:  How old are you?
Neighbor boy:  Big.

The Baby is now 8 months old.  Can you believe it?  He is eating some table foods like bananas, pears, plain noodles, cheerios, and the like.  He is still small, shocker, but he can sit up and crawl in a circle.  He loves Trot, Trot, Trot to Dover, patty cake, and baby dance.  He loves to pull hair and necklaces.  His laugh sounds like a machine gun.

     Ava turned 6 in June and she thinks she is hot stuff.  We went to the zoo the week before and I got a tiger mood ring that I wear all the time.  It matches everything because it changes color.  Score.  Ava chose a four colored pen and has already lost it.  Shocker.  She loves to swim, grunt and make me guess what she wants, play baseball with the neighbors, and play on the slip-n-slide.  She will not wear anything that helps her look like a girl, loves to wear Bennett's cowboy boots, and she hates pink.  She finally reads on level and we couldn't be more pleased.  She is becoming a very charming little girl.