Julia: Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, star
Both Girls: How are you? How are you?
Amelia: Up above the world so high. (while Julia sings gibberish)
Both Girls: *Gibberish to the appropriate tune*
A beetle crawled across the hallway this morning. Both girls start panicking and saying, "Bug, bug!" - repeatedly. This is especially funny to me because while Julia was "helping" me plant flowers on Sunday she played with a baby worm. I guess worms are okay, but beetles are just icky.
Last night we were driving in the car when I hear, "7, 8, 9, 10." This morning Julia counted four pacifiers. Apparently my children can count, but choose not to do so when I ask them to.
I've been weaning the girls from their pacifiers this week. One day I cut a horizontal line across the tip. The next day, I cut a vertical line across the tip. Today, I cut a little bit of the tip off. Julia brought me four pacifiers and told me they were broken. It was naptime, so I told her we would have to throw them away later. She thought right then was a better time and chunked them into the trash can. She laid happily down in bed without one and I haven't heard a word from her since. I hope it will really be that easy with her, but I'm not holding my breath.
Mom, don't panic. We know it's a mess, but doesn't our cuteness make up for it just a little?