Chloie is already so... I'm going to use the word smart here because manipulative just doesn't sound very sweet... Anyway, Chloie is already so smart. We were at our favorite "red store" (Target) checking out toys when Chloie wanders down the baby doll aisle. I have to walk quickly between Owen's aisle and Chloie's aisle to keep them in check. Well, when I turn the corner to check Chloie, she's taken down a little baby doll backpack roller. She rolls it right up to me with the biggest smile and says, "Tank-ew." And of course we went home with a new baby doll backpack roller...
I'm trying to get Owen to dress himself, but for some reason the art of dressing is taking some time to master. Yesterday at Owen's post-nap pee, I told Owen to try to pull up his pants all by himself. Uusually he is very enthusiastic about trying, but not so great at succeeding. However, yesterday was not one of those days. Owen lets out an exasperated sigh and says, "No, Mom. I'm too tired. I can't do it." I laughed knowing this would probably not be the last time I hear the excuse he is just too tired.
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