I need a rubber room...

The Girls are getting so fast, that I sometimes have trouble keeping track of everyone at every moment of the day. In fact, I have recently pulled a 10 month old out of Daisy's doggie door by her ankles, trying to escape and almost making it out; removed another 10 month old from on top of a toddler table (I have no idea how she got up there). Another time a baby-gymnast fell head first into the footstool/toy box while the other one was "stuck" under the counter stools. I could go on and on...but frankly the list will just make me look like I am not paying attention when I can assure you that I REALLY. AM. I just don't happen to have three eyes and about a bagillion arms to corral everyone at all times.  Here we have a cute little picture of two perfect angels "playing" nicely together. I can tell you from experience that one rider and one "pusher" likely will not end well...but they keep assuring me that its always fun while it lasts!

Talking in Riddles

Who knew that deciphering riddles was part of raising a three-year old? Apparently it is when you are Growing Up Cunningham. It is Connor's latest hobby...

Connor: I fink I am getting hungry.
Me: Oh really? What would you like to eat?
Connor: I'm finking about something that is not messy.
Me: (At this point, I know exactly what he wants, because this particular riddle has been played out...but I usually play along for the fun of it.). Okay. How about a banana?
Connor: Umm, no kanks. I'm finking of something that I can reach, but I can't open.
Me: Like a box of raisins?
Connor: No, more like a z-bar.

Me: Connor, how was school?
Connor: Pretty good.
Me: Who did you play with today?
Connor: Its not those two people who like each other.
Me: (totally confused) So, not Kylee & Caitlin?
Connor: No.
Me: Was it Parker?
Connor: No, one who had to sit in that one chair.
Me: Okay, this narrows it down. Was it Max?
Connor: No.
Me: Braden?
Connor: No. Its someone who is a new friend.
Me: Oh, Jake (a new addition to Connor's class.)...Obviously this method of communication does not result in gaining a lot of insight about his day at school.

And one of my all time favs, in the car on the way home from a play-date:
Connor: Mama, are you finking what I am finking?
Me: I doubt it. What are you thinking?
Connor: I just thought that you were finking that when we get home I could watch a SHOW!
Me: Nope, that was not what I was thinking:)