Tattle Tail

Ethan definitely likes to try to get his sister in trouble. In general, it's usually Ethan that has done something to her when she does get mad at him so he is usually the one getting in trouble. Today I was cleaning up after dinner and this is the conversation:

Ethan: Taylor's hurting me.
Me: What is she doing?
Ethan: Stuff, mean stuff.
Me: Like what?
Ethan: Just mean stuff.
So I walk into the room to see Taylor at the book shelf getting a book and pulling it across the room. I give Ethan one of those "sure she was" looks and go back to the dishes. A few minutes later,
Ethan: She's still being mean.
Me: She is just looking at a book.
Ethan: But she got out the dinosaur book to scare me away. Look it has big teeth on it.

I think he is giving his sister a little too much credit. Of course a few minutes later he was told to pick up his blocks and I heard him trying to talk Taylor into picking them up for him. She is actually a much better cleaner-upper so it actually worked. Soon she will learn that he was just trying to "throw her under the bus" with mom.

Wish us luck as we start another two months with Abe being away during the week. He hasn't been gone 2 hours and we already miss him. Week 1 is always the worst. We have been spoiled having him around for the last 2 months and it has been wonderful! Work has been terribly busy and having Abe around has been such a blessing. The last week has been 12 hour days and I can't wait for Wednesday when I get to start a break from work. A nice trip to visit the grandparents is just around the corner, as long as we can survive until Wednesday.

Happy Birthday Taylor!

I can't believe my baby is one already. She is getting so big. Her birthday was the 5th but work has been crazy and life has been so busy that I didn't get a chance to post anything. We had a party planned for the day after her birthday but thanks to the never ending snow we are getting this year we had to reschedule for yesterday. Both Taylor and Ethan have celebrated their birthday with snow this year and we are so tired of the snow. We still have at least a foot of snow in the front yard. And spring is nowhere in sight. Taylor is growing and learning new tricks every day. She is getting better and better at walking all the time. She walked almost half way across the gym today at church. She is saying new words, like baby and ball. I have no doubt that she will be competing with Ethan to tell her stories soon enough. Today Ethan said to me when we were in the nursery "I was playing and then I recognized that my secret bag (a present from his teacher) was missing." He is the only kid that I know to throw recognized into a story. He also came in and said "Mom, I'm famished." I asked what he said just to confirm and he replies "famished, mom. It means you're hungry." I love when he defines words for me.

On Taylor's actual birthday she opened her presents. She loves her little stroller for her baby dolls but she really loves trying to sit in it herself. She has quite a love for her baby dolls. She usually has one tucked under her arm all day long and always wants to bring them in the car. She loves real babies just as much and loves to try and hug and kiss them.

We had a great time visiting with friends as we celebrated Taylor's birthday. Last month my friend and I took a cake decorating class so it was fun to decorate a cake for the party. Unfortunately it was made of sugar so Taylor couldn't eat a bite of it but it looked pretty. When Ethan and I went to buy the cake mix he convinced me to get one strawberry and one chocolate. I didn't realize that I hate strawberry cake. Even the smell of it is awful to me. So I can't say it was the best tasting cake either but once again, it looked pretty.

Taylor walking around, baby in hand.

Taylor talking to her friend at the party. She was probably telling her "don't you dare touch the baby."

Taylor really got into eating her cupcake and now when she sees them on the counter she whines for more. She definitely has a little sweet tooth.

This is Ethan's contribution to the post. I have been trying to convince him to try and draw things for me but he has zero interest. He made a valentine's day card for me and it had a little picture on it and I asked him what it was. He said something like it a splat, pow. So we have been working on writing letters and he was finally willing to give up his constant power struggle to try and write his name for me. You have to use your imagination a little but I was so impressed. He probably has the creativity of his mother and will never draw me a picture.