I want that...

...for my birthday! Mom, did you hear me? Did you see that? I want that for my birthday!

I've been hearing that about a hundred times a day for the last week or two. Every commercial he sees is another item for the birthday list. Finally tonight I told him if he said the word "birthday" one more time I'd turn the t.v. off. It took about 1 minute for him to say the forbidden word and off it went. Peace and quiet? No, not really.

The kids went downstairs to ride their trikes around and it wasn't long before there was screaming because they were running into each other and not sharing the space. And then, screaming for the other reason - injury. I went down there to investigate and found Archer on the floor under his trike. "Mom! Now Number 1 can't finish the race because Number 1 fell off his trike!" I then observed a re-enactment of the tight turn that caused the accident (at slower speeds). Happily, the ability to do the re-enactment means that there was no serious injury.

Now Archer's a frog and saying "ribbit!" and Shelly's following right behind saying "ree a bit!" Now they're into something in the closet... I suspect its the hidden Halloween candy. Gotta go!