girls and boys

If Mr A would have found me a few years earlier, I would have been young enough to have 4 kids. The two we have are extreme amounts of fun. Last week I looked at them and realized they are us. TR was on the computer and QT was in Mr A's chair engrossed in ESPN football recaps.

I adore how TR incorporates new words into her vocabulary. Sunday, as we walked under trees with falling leaves I told her about the fall season and leaves falling off of trees. Monday she asked me to walk under a certain tree because it was fall, the wind was blowing, leaves were falling and she wanted to catch leaves. I told her we were on a different path and the tree was off our path. This morning I told her she was going to work. (I like to mess with kids) She told me she was too little to go to work and that she did not know the path to get to work. I told her daddy would show her.

She then told me that girls don't work. I said, whaaaaa,!!!! oh goodness. I will soon make her understand that mommy works at home. Just because daddy leaves and mommy stays does not mean mommy does not work. As I think about it she see's my mother and sister working at home so maybe she thinks women don't go to work. Then she said she was taking care of her doll and would leave when she was done. Am I raising a 1950's woman? I hope someone out there is currently raising a man for her.
It has to be awful to be a woman who wants to take care of her family and being with a man who wants her to go out and earn some bacon.

QT is entertaining to observe. His favorite thing is football. He wants to sleep with his league size football, he likes to play with the football, watch the sport and anything football related. His favorite word is football. He grabs the remote, turns the t.v. on and says "football". I do NOT get it. What about this sport has my not yet 2 year old child so enchanted?

Yesterday at the park QT stood in front of the slide while TR's bff came down the slide. She flew into him and he laughed and laughed. They repeated and this time she landed on top of him. The girl is 3 and thick. My baaaaabyyyyy. I picked him up out of the sand and he was laughing even more. I tried to scoop as much sand as I could out of his mouth and off his face. I don't get it. Is that what's hot at the park?

I told Mr. A and he thought it was cool. His son is built tough! As tough as he is, he still gives me sweet kisses and hugs. I love scooping his little body into my arms and squeezing. I love his sincere kiss on my check and rub on my neck. Yummy!

These kids. They keep my smiling. Thank goodness I am able to enjoy the chaos.