Mommy is bad-bad, and Daddy is a good girl!

Not much for news here, so I'll give a few kid updates.

Both kids have coughs and runny noses, again. Therefore, we had a quiet weekend at home. Well, we probably would have had a quiet weekend at home, anyway - but now it just sounds like we were trying to be good parents and keep our germ monsters contained. Not that you can escape the crud this winter, it's everywhere.

Josie is... well, just Josie. We've entered the "terrible twos," and it certainly can be. Terrible, that is. But it can also be terribly fun. She was Daddy's girl this weekend, and for some reason, I got told repeatedly that I was bad. And when Daddy cleans his plate, or goes pee-pee in the potty, he gets a very vehement "good girl, Daddy!!!" Guess we should start working on gender differentiations. Although she is able to distinguish between mommy/daddy and grandma/grandpa, and likes to label everyone she sees in a store or parking lot. Hopefully no one gets offended if they are, in fact, not what Josie has labeled them to be.

And as Evie ages, so begins the sister-relationship. They love to be able to ride in the van together, and since Eve is still facing backwards, they can see each other easily. They giggle and smile at one another and it's very cute. Josie now wants to show Eve everything; she points out the window at whatever fascinating thing she sees and exclaims "Evie! Evie!" or wants her little sister to acknowledge the amazing feats she's accomplishing at home like feeding her baby doll or stirring the cereal and milk in her bowl. But it's definitely not all fun and games. Like when Eve grabs hold of one of Josie's baby dolls. Or Josie's hair. Or Josie's blankie. Eve frequently is on the receiving end of little shoves. And dirty looks. Oh - the looks that eldest daughter of mine can give. We might be more effective disciplinarians if she weren't so stinkin' cute when she's being naughty. Like when she "accidentally" gets marker on her shirt, and you ask her who did that and she says "Evie." How are you not supposed to laugh at that?? But we try not to and say "No, Josie, I don't think Eve did that." Then she stops for a minute while staring at her shirt and looks at you and says, "Brewster!" It's a losing battle. :)

Her vocabulary is skyrocketing. And I'm already finding myself wishing sometimes that perhaps she couldn't talk so much. Not that she even talks THAT much, but it's... enough. "No," and any variation thereof, is her fav. "Nope" is used a lot, and sometimes we even get a "naw." And as she's sassing away, Evie is just sitting back, taking it all in. Waiting her turn. :)

Speaking of Eve... she growing. Fast. She's still holding (and biting) strong with 3 teeth, and is learning to drink from a cup. She'll end up in a completely different part of the room (via rolling and scooting on her back or tummy) if you leave her along for a minute and I feel like she's doing so much so soon. But I guess she is creeping up on 7 months here soon. *sigh* It goes by so fast.

Whoa - and so does a quick break at work. Gotta go for now!