As each day goes by, our children become more and more entertaining.

Carina is full of all kinds of words and phrases that she just can’t get out fast enough.  Some that spring to mind immediately are, “Go Way Mommie” (when she’s sitting on the pottie), “Let go Now!” (when I’m trying to hold her hand), and “Thank You SOOO MUCH!” (when she has burped or farted – we don’t know why).  Last night she staged a full 15 minute dancing and singing performance in the living room comprised of a random series of kicks and spins, wearing a frilly dress 2 sizes too small for her, and wielding a large wooden spoon, all while chanting some sort of “da, da, dee, dee, DEEEEEE” tune, and demanding that we clap for her about every 15 seconds.  We didn’t get a chance to take any pictures because audience participation was also required, and we were too out of breath.

She’s been going to her “school” two days a week for three weeks now, and seems to really be enjoying it.  It must really wear her out, because she often feels the need to come home and sit on the couch with her feet up on the coffee table:

After a hard day's play...

After a hard day

Callen’s personality is really starting to show through, and personally, I’m a little scared.  He does not miss a thing.  He is already commando crawling himself all over the house at quite a click.  He has an insatiable sense of humor, eats like a 12 year old, and sleeps only when absolutely necessary.  He is totally and loyally addicted to MAM pacifiers. He has started to chat us up in what sounds like a mix between R2D2 and Wookie talk (sorry if you’re not a Star Wars fan, you might not get that).  You can just see the wheels turning in that melon of his.  Craig caught a couple videos of him over the weekend.  Here they are:

Who knows what tomorrow will bring?  I suppose that is one of the joys of parenthood.  They’re little wrecking balls of noisy demands and frightening smells, leaving a wake of cleaning challenges and sleep deprivation wherever they linger, but gosh they’re fun.