Conversations...

One morning for breakfast, Ashlyn decided she didn't really like what I had fixed, so she started throwing food off her high chair, screaming/crying "Noooooo!!!!" Connor decides to step in, "Sis. You can stop crying now. This is all that Mom is offering & she won't change her mind. Even if you cry. I already tried that." Although that sounds suspiciously like my voice, I'll go ahead and reiterate that I couldn't have said it better myself. At least one of my children is starting to grasp this concept.

This was reported to me by my friend who helps with preschool carpool, on a day that I am at work & either our Nanny or Grandma is home watching the girls, waiting for Connor to be dropped off:
Robin: Connor, who is watching you today?
Connor: Jesus! (long pause)...oh and Grandma!
We were wondering if Grandma was the back-up or if Jesus was. hum?

Kaia & Ashlyn have learned to say "Kaia." They can both say Kaia, but neither can say Ashlyn. And they both know who Kaia is (so if you get them confused, all you have to do is ask them). Lately, when I ask for a volunteer to do some dreaded chore, Ashlyn has the perfect answer...
Me:Who wants to get their diaper changed?
Ashlyn (pointing to her sister, in a nice strong voice): "Kaia!"
Me:Who wants to help clean up?
Ashlyn: "Kaia!"
Tonight, I asked, "Who is ready to get out of the bath?" (which neither is excited to do)
Ashlyn: "Kaia!"
Poor Kaia just looks around with nothing to say, but hopes if she doesn't make eye contact that I will forget she is there. Maybe I'll learn not to ask such ridiculous questions anymore.

This morning I woke up to two tiny voices singing in unison, "Where wiz binkie? Where wiz binkie?" (to the tune: "Where is Thumbkin?"). Unfortunately no one seemed to be able to actually find the binkie, so I had to get up. I was really, REALLY rooting for them on this one.