Non sequitur

Recently, we spent two weeks at the Florida house. The first week was all Carter cousins, all the time, plus Nana and Granddad and then....poof - no one but us for the second week. I'd say the silence was deafening but I'd be lying, since Jellybean has taken to yodeling (singing? YELLING? unsure the english language has quite the right verb for that behavior) at the top of her lungs. But I digress...

The last night of our vacation we went to a birthday party. For an adult. With, like, other adults and adult beverages and OMG we did NOT have to talk to our kids the whole time. Instead we benevolently let them play with our friends' kids, and enjoy the company of someone other than their parents. I.e., we totally ignored them (in a safe environment) and it was awesome!

One of the guests, a good friend of the host and hostess, was an unmarried guy who clearly was entertained by Jellybean's antics.

She must have picked up on this early, because about 30 minutes into the evening, she wandered out to the porch with her milk, set it down, and told him in a VERY serious tone of voice that "you know, tiredness RUINS me." The deadpan look on her face solemnly conveyed that she was - and I mean really, truly, honestly was - ultra-serious about this matter. And then, you know, wandered out again.

Special Friend Day

Jellybean's school does a Special Friend/Grandparents day at school. No parents allowed!

Jellybean wanted our babysitter C (who has a real job and we are fortunate enough to see for occasional family dinners on Sunday nights) to be her special friend.

Jellybean was a WEE bit excited when C arrived:

Literally jumping for joy...

They had a lovely time both on the way to school, and upon arrival. We are lucky to have C as part of the "family"!!

The ???

Children, raised in the same house by the same parents, with the same goals and rules and food and - ok, you get it. Those children? They grow up to be DIFFERENT from one another.

Shocking.

As you may recall, Monkey is uber-particular about her clothing choices. Since she turned 18 months old she has had specific opinions. And enforced those opinions. Dressing her when she wasn't interested in the choice/texture/color was about as much fun as putting toothpaste back into a tube while roasting in Hell, upside down, while listening to the theme music from Barney. Yeah, that bad.

Which is my way of saying she has never willingly worn jeans. Or pants. Or shorts. Or anything with buttons or a zipper. Leggings only. And not too tight, either. Leggings - just so.

And Jellybean, albeit a very different child, has always emulated (read: copied) how her big sister dresses.

Last night, Jellybean asked me to buy her jeans. And when I asked her what jeans were, she showed me my jeans. (I wanted to make sure she knew what the heck she was talking about). My jaw about hit the floor.

I love watching the differences between these two. It is just fascinating!

Irony is lost on children

For example, "SURE! Everyone come on into the bathroom..." did not work as intended. For sure enough, everyone crowded in with me.

Jellybean even made sure that the cat came, too.

It's been too long...

I keep thinking about things that "should go on the blog"...and then never get around to posting. Sorry!

More and more often, I promise.