Too smart for his own good...

I don't remember any of it, but I've been told I could occasionally give my parents some trouble growing up. Getting caught selling my homework wasn't "bad" it was enterprising.

Why is Jason reminiscing about his childhood you might ask? Because my family believes my children are going to be my karmic retribution. Until today, I didn't believe them.

Today, Scott did something that's both laugh out loud funny and eerily familiar. He was banging blocks against our fireplace, so Pauline told him to stop. He did... for a minute. Then he went back at it. Pauline told him to stop a second time. He came over, touched her chin, and pushed her face away from the fireplace.

Problem solved.

Now mommy couldn't see when he was banging his blocks against the fireplace.

I think we're seeing the beginning of a devious little mind. It's a good thing he's cute!

- J

Daddy, Kitty, and an Espresso machine

The kids started their speech therapy this month. They're falling a little behind in the language department. We've been told this isn't unusual for twins because the people they hear the most are... each other.

Anyway, we've run into some strange things with kids when it comes to language. For instance, when they want to be picked up - both Hannah and Scott say "DOWN!". If you don't respond or try to correct them by saying, "No, you want to go UP!" they look at you confused (or annoyed - depends on when they last had a nap) and repeat their request with more urgency. We can't seem to break the cycle. They're convinced up is really down.

Scott has his own special language confusion. For some reason he's started to call me kitty. He knows Pauline is Mommy, Hannah is Hannah, my parents are Nanna and Pop-pop, Pauline's parents are Grandma and Grandpa CC, he knows his aunts (by name), he even knows our pet's names. But, for some reason, I'm kitty. At first we didn't understand - there's usually no cat in the room when he says "Hi Kitty" - now we know he really means me. And, no, it's not that he can't say daddy. He can say that just fine.

Scottie has also figured out how to make funny noises with his mouth. His favorite is the espresso machine noise (you know, when it's dispensing foam?). He spend 30 minutes last night running around our living room making that noise. What a strange little boy. It's a good thing he's cute, eh?

- J