I'm not going to share my birthday cake!

So here's a confession. I have spent the last half hour (off and on) sequestered in the office eating the last ice cream sandwich. The older two are just full of beans this afternoon and I had to leave! It all started with A coming up with a scenario to play and G calling it "silly" and it spiraled down from there. I knew it was going to get ugly when the threats about birthdays started flying.

G's favorite comeback or I'm mad comment is "well, you're not going to have any of my birthday cake" or "I'm not going to invite you to my b-day party", you get the picture. So today it ended up with A not even getting the chewed up crumbs, a big spider was going to have them. Where do they come up with them?

M made them a little box house yesterday and all afternoon and most of the morning today instead of playing "house", they played giant-rolling-house, where one of them gets inside, they tip it over to it's side and then the other pushes it over and over, I guess til the one inside gets sick. So much for playing like little girls!

Strange Things . . .

Lately there has been a lot of talk of weddings, getting married, going on honeymoons, etc. Mostly because the girls know that their Auntie L.is getting married this summer and they were flower girls last year in another Auntie's wedding.

I didn't realize however how far the playacting was going until I watched Grace playing with her barbies. Blaine and Princess Aurora were getting married and had to hug and kiss and then Blaine picked up Princess Aurora and that meant that they were married. (They saw Uncle A. pick up Auntie I. after their wedding!!) Well she set the barbies down on the counter and came to lunch. After lunch I got the shock of my life to see the way the plastic couple was posed, now that I'm done laughing I thought you all might get a laugh as well.

The Biter

The smallest of the small ones has added a weapon to her already large arsenal of defense tactics. This new skill is biting. Unfortunately Grace is taking the brunt of the bites. If it wasn't so mean, the way R goes about biting is actually pretty funny. You know well in advance what her plan is because she opens her mouth as wide as she can and then dives in.

Yesterday's attack was unprovoked as far as I could tell, she just wanted on the couch and G happened to be in her way. But today G asked for it and got it! Yikes. So now I'm in the midst of trying to figure out how to muzzle this latest skill and be consistent.

For the most part the girls get along well, but when they don't, they don't.

"Potsie"

So our youngest has decided that she wants to be like her big sisters in one more way. While I was making lunch yesterday, Rilla toddled in and kept saying "potsie" and grabbing her jeans. So after asking her a million questions trying to figure out what she needed, I finally got smart and asked her to show mama. She marched right into the bathroom and pointed to the toilet and said "potsie" and began to try to tug her jeans down over her diaper. So I found the little potty seat and plopped her up there. Boy did she think she was hot stuff--laughing and giggling and saying "potsie, potsie, potsie, mommy"! Sure was cute. Of course, as brilliant as she is, I have no false hope that this sudden interest is anything lasting!!