Imitation

Last night, the kid's bedroom was a wreck. Usually, we try to have William and Lily pick up their toys before they go to bed. Matthew was going to change Lily's pull up before he enforced our usual rule and he sat down on a piece of Will's train tracks. Not just a little piece of a track. It resembles a huge block with plastic fences on the top of it (it's meant for a bridge). "OUCH!" he shrieked. Matthew pulled the thing out from under him and tossed it to the side.

William thought that this was hilarious. So, he proceeded to imitate Matthew. He kept sitting -carefully, I might add- on the track and yelling/laughing "OUCH!" and then he would laugh hysterically. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to take pictures. I was laughing so hard at Will doing this!

Heavenly Car Services

Our topic of discussion today was death. Why? We were watching the Lion King and William asked what was wrong with Mufasa.
Me: He went to live with Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ.

William: But he's just sleeping.

Me: No, he's not just sleeping. He passed away. That's what we say when someone goes to live with Heavenly Father and Jesus. He passed away. His body is still there, but his Spirit is with Jesus.

William: Oh... He fell down and then he got in a car to go see Jesus.

Me: (trying not to laugh) well... sure.

You've got to love the logic of a child.

Curiosity Killed the Parent

As I have stated in before posts, William is like a sponge ready to absorb information. He is asking questions and remembers every detail of the answer that you give him and brings it up again at a later time. For instance, he has a running list of things that we need to get at the store, which he'll bring up everyday until we go to the grocery store. I swear, this kid remembers everything!
Lately he's been curious about anatomy... I have decided to handle this by calling everything what it's really called. No substitute names. We have had a wide range of questions and discussions. From what it is to why doesn't Lily have one to boys have this and girls have that to what is inappropriate to do. We talk about it everyday. Anytime he changes underwear or goes to the bathroom.. there it is! We need to discuss! I'm sorry to say too that if he knows you, we've talked about whether you're a boy or a girl and what you have and what you don't have.
Is this normal? Have I just totally created a monster by answering his questions? Does every kid do this or is it just boys? Or just my boy? If it is normal, when does it stop? Does it ever stop?
It's not all he talks about, but it is pretty much a daily topic... right up there with our ever increasing grocery list.

A Piece of Info

Lily went to the bathroom today!!! In the Toilet!!! It was very convenient since we ran out of diapers yesterday... But... After 3+ years of buying diapers, is there actually an end in sight?? Two children toilet trained?? 2 for 2?? I'm hoping that this new fad sticks with Lily. It sure would be nice!! Princess underwear, here we come!!

Teaching 'Em Young

William is blooming with wisdom these days. He's steadily getting to the point where we can have an actual conversation and I'm loving it. Although he is moving forward, we still have our minor roadblocks where I have to figure out what he's meaning when he says something. For instance, instead of "How old are you?" he asks, "What's your number?" Which, I think, is absolutely adorable and creative for a three year old to come up with. Well, here's a great story starring my very own William Rigdon.
Our balcony at our apartment is right beside the main entrance to our building. With our screen door open, it would be physically impossible for someone to enter or exit our building from that door without us knowing. We could be like the building security guards because we have that much access. So, one day, William and Lily are playing on the balcony. When they are out there, they speak to anything and everyone they see. This particular day, I hear both of them talking to the woman who parks right next to us in the covered parking. The conversation went something like this:

Will and Lily: Hi!!

Woman: Oh, Hi there! How are you?

Will: Good. Hey! What's your number??


Either the woman was too shocked to answer, or she had gotten in her car because there was no response. It occurred to me at that moment that it might not be cute and creative to other people that he says that... It could sound like we are parents who have trained our son to ask for ladies' numbers.

Random

Alright, ladies and gentlemen, here is the last of my recent pictures that I wanted to post. These are just random pictures, but I love 'em! Above is Raven, Tessa, William, and Lily all watching a movie on my bed.


William and Lily on our new "porch".

Identical butt twins.

William - pre-haircut - showing off his blue tongue from a fruit roll up.

William stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or between Lily's crib and the window. Just to resolve the questions that are probably in your head looking at this picture: yes, he did this to himself and no, he's not crying, he's laughing.

Random signs are cause for random pictures...

Click it or ticket, Eve.

Super William all clad in his uniform of Mickey Mouse underwear and a Thomas T-shirt!

Who Does That???

Lily is the most random and hilarious child I have ever met. This post is dedicated to her. I had too many pictures of her doing weird and funny things that I couldn't resist sharing them. Honestly, who does half the stuff she does?




She looks innocent enough, right?

Who has a breakdown in the bathtub?

What two year old applies eyeliner on her own eyes?

Who dances around with a red feather boa?

Who makes faces like these??

Who Sleeps like this?

Who rides on a stuffed unicorn naked??

Oh, that's right, my daughter does all that! What can I say? The girl makes me laugh. As much as she drives me crazy, she makes me laugh probably twice as much. And at least I won't ever have the problem of trying to remember who tried to put my eyeliner on or who rode on a stuffed unicorn naked. I'm still not over that one.

When I was growing up, if something ever happened that was weird or something that no one wanted to admit to doing, we always blamed it on the imaginary brother Roy. Well, we probably won't ever have to make up an imaginary sibling for our family. Roy=Lily. Poor Girl.