typical day with a 2, 3 and 6year old

She picked the keys off the crap-top (5 year old laptop that only works to to watch DVDs on), then proceeded to tell me "Pip broke the puter" in her squeaky, mousy voice.  Goodness this gal.  It was Pip who also made her undies soggy earlier in the day too.  That poor boy gets the blame for all of her wrong doings.  Though she doesn't get away with it, I find it interesting how quickly she picks up on attempting to escape trouble by telling a lie.  She is 2, she is a diva, and she is learning that despite her adorableness she still needs to act like a little lady.

 Three is my most favorite and dreaded age all rolled into one.  He wants to do EVERYTHING himself, but then screeches in frustration when he can't figure something out, and doesn't want to accept  help.  Today, he worked on opening a box of crackers for 8 minutes...which in 3 year old world, 8 minutes is eternity.  I said "let me help you" so he throws, yes throws, the box of crackers at me.  I understand little dude is frustrated, but goodness.  After what should of been 3, but turned into triple that time, minutes in the corner he composed his little temper and ate those darn crackers.

Later we mixed up brownies, on the kitchen floor - last time I ended up mopping the entire bowl of brownie batter off the kitchen floor when the bowl jumped away from the table because the mixer got wild in the hands of a 3 year old.  I love how he tells me what we need - "free (3) eggs, some water, and some yoyul (oil)."  So we used 5 eggs, because some just had too many shells and needed pitched out.  

 His humor keeps me on my toes.  He made a snowman on Sunday, today it warmed up enough to melt the snow.  He says, "hey mom, look at the giant snow wiener," we busted up in laughter, because it really did look that way.  Later he did some push-ups for me, which really didn't look like push ups at all.  Then he says "hey feel these muscles, way stronger than Daddy's huh?"  I agreed, but insisted he never tell Paul I told him.  He smiled and says "he knows I'm way stronger than he is anyway."

I must of done something later in the evening that ticked him off because he said that his room now has a secret password, and I'm not allowed to ever.ever.ever.ever know it.  Then he proceeded to call P on the phone to tell him the password...You win some, you lose some.  I'm okay being passwordless.