Today

Will, waking up from his nap: I want chooooooooclate.
Me: Well then, you have to go pee-pee on the potty. Do you want to go pee-pee on the potty?
Will: NO THANK YOU!

Will, on the way upstairs to bed: Goodnight Wendy! Goodnight, Bob! Goodnight, Farmer Pickles! I gon' go to bed now! Thanks for coming show you my toys!

Barrett is SO into climbing on top of things right now. Whether it's the box of blocks, the basket of books, or the little potty seat, he stands for several minutes with his hands propped up, babbling to the room. Now he's started trying to hoist his legs up there too, which makes him immensely frustrated. Thanking God he hasn't discovered the stairs yet.

Life is crazy right now and I have no business blogging during this rare morning to myself. I have laundry, cooking, cleaning, and a million other things on my list. How in the world can it be that only two months ago I was trying to convince Brian to adopt a toddler from foster care and now I am seriously doubting my ability to keep my own two kids from escaping the house without me noticing?