"Whatchoo talk about"

Charlotte is a talker. She has no mute, no slow-button, no rewind (however she's more then willing to REPEAT a few hundred times). She starts talking when she wakes up, and sometimes lays in bed talking to herself before falling asleep..

She get's "shushed" by us every now and then.... And now she has started to sass back. "You no shush me!"
"No, you shush"
"You no talk at me"

Tonight her and Zander were shushing each other back and forth in the car.

Actually, Zander rarely gets a word in when she's "on" (which means, awake)... Poor little boy, he will sit in the car and just stare forward, I wonder what is going on in that little mind of his.

Tonight I tried to get Zander involved more in chatting in the car. He seemed to be excited for a few minutes, but then the little introvert in him appeared, and his sister drowned out the silence yet again.

"Whatchoo talk about" is one of the funniest things to hear her say. It reminds me of that old T.V. show "What you talking about, Willis?!" haha!

"C'mere, I show you summin" - This usually means she wants me to get something down for her that is out of her reach. Often it is something I've already told her she can not have.

"Who's that!" - Okay, apparently it is my job to know who everybody is. This is said with every picture on the computer, and ever face out in public.

"Monssser go away!"- (Monster). Auntie Barbara taught her this, after Alexa told her there was a monster in their upstairs storage closet! HA! You should see the *VERY serious* expression on her face when she is saying this.



Zander... Oh Zander honey, I know you are going to catch up someday, but PLEASE keep that sweet quietness about you as well. I am not sure what will happen if both of you are "on" all day long ha!

Zander's new thing is his fear of FLIES......... Yeah, little tiny flies too, not big ugly ones. I believe it started because he has been stung/bit by a wasp twice this summer, so he knows that a big bad flying bug has hurt him. We had a fly in the living room that kept showing up and my poor sweet boy would go into hysterics! I felt so bad for him, trying to tell him it's OK but still showing him sympathy for his fear... How sad to know it brings him back to the two times he has been stung :(

I can't think of any new words he has been using lately, other then "fwie" which is when he see's the big bad scary fly in the living room. Followed by "Booboo" and "Ouchie".

Have I mentioned that my boy gets his fingers stuck in everything? It's true! Today it was the DVD player. I have seen them stuck in drawers, doors, the fence outside, the fireplace doors, toys, containers, boxes, you name it. The ladies at Kids Zone (at church) informed he that he had gotten his fingers stuck during playtime there. I don't even know what it was that time. Heavens he has even had them stuck in his sisters mouth (with her teeth firmly in place on his fingers)*which was a common occurance when they were younger and he thought putting his fingers in her mouth might be safe!? ha!!* I am so happy the biting stage is almost completely gone!

Zander. My BOY... He is all boy. I use the term "Boy'ed out on me" when describing some of the funny/crazy/aggressive things he has done through the day. I am pretty sure he is a super hero though... His alter ego is "Juggernaught". He has this hollow drum that has a see through section to the side of it. He will put that over his head, and as soon as he does, he is transformed into his alter ego self. He has no fear of obstacles, he believes he can run at or through anything that is in front of him. He puts his head forward, and charges forward, head on into people, walls, doors, furniture, sister, edge of the bed, whatever it is at that moment. Someday this alter ego could serve useful? The drum has vanished to a high place for a while, because until I figure out how it is useful, I prefer not risk concussed toddlers. This does not stop him from "boying out" on a daily basis though.

I am SO blessed, even though there is chaos. I have the most precious boy and girl ever. They challenge me, they humble me, they stretch my patience to the max and sometimes they stretch it to the breaking point. But at the end of the day, through all the good, bad, naughty and nice, I can sit with them and snuggle them and love them and kiss on them. They love me in my weakest moments, and I love them in their out of control moments.

God, be with me every day, as two years old is still just the beginning of all that is to come!