Cute Kids

Eli made me laugh yesterday. He was poking at my eyes (probably because Cara had earlier been poking at my eyes). And I told him, "Be careful, Mommy's eyes are delicate."

Then Eli says, "No I think fragile."

I couldn't believe his little vocabulary.

Joel likes to tell jokes lately. Today when we were out at the playset he told me the oldie but goodie about the frog in the blender. Then he upped the mileage and his new answer was "a giraffe in a blender" and he laughed and laughed. It made me feel warm and fuzzy that he changed the scenario around in a completely logical way (so to speak).

Eli has to be the center of attention. ALWAYS. Sometimes lately if Cara starts crying he'll shout, "NO Cara, it's my turn to cry!" followed by loud wails. I'm a little fearful of what the teenage years will bring. . . One day at a time. One day at a time.

Cara is crawling and pulling up and putting everything in her mouth and cute as cute can be. She's such a smiley girl. I love to kiss those chubba wubba cheeks and her bright blue eyes just light up every time I enter the room. Hopefully she'll be the child who inherits Kelly's warm and loving personality . . .

Still working on the potty training with Eli. I don't know if he'll ever do it independently since he always wants Mommy there. He doesn't like peeing in unfamiliar toliets in bathrooms where there is no Elmo potty seat -- even tho he rarely uses said Elmo potty seat any more. I guess I need to lug the thing with me every where I take him to exorcise all of the potty demons that lurk in other bathrooms.