--Mercedes is alternating between charming the pants off of me and driving me utterly insane. She’s an incredibly curious child, with advanced verbal skills, and she’s been utilizing them to full effect. Particularly to delay naptime or bedtime. I can remember reading somewhere that the average four year old asks like 350 questions per day. Mercedes has got to be close to that now. It's cool most of the time. Not always. If I have the following conversation one more time…

Me: “Mercedes, do not hit/push/step on/sit on your sister!”

Mercedes: “Why?”

Me: “Because it’s not nice, and she’s smaller than you.”

Mercedes: “Why?”

Me: “Because she’s your little sister.”

Mercedes: “Why?”

Me: “Because you were born first.”

Mercedes: “Can I sit on her when she gets bigger?”

Me: “No.”

Mercedes: “Why?”

Etcetera, etcetera.

--Take note: kids go crazy if they are forced to stay inside all day because it’s 493 degrees outside.

--Reeve is demonstrating that those books that predict the patterns of behavior and development are completely wrong most of the time. In this case, Reeve has six teeth coming in at once, all on the top. Supposed to be two at a time, see? She’s going to look a bit vampiric.

In other news, I’m ready to roll on Hyperbole. The house is pretty well set up, though not entirely, but enough that I’m ready to focus on writing. Here it comes.  4:07:51 PM    comment []