Frog Legs and Pickle

Ivey and Olive have been in full force lately... making up songs, bouncing on everything, playing dress up, and throwing nightly parties serving delicious make-believe concoctions, like "fish tea" and "ketchup tea".  As if we didn't already know it, we are constantly reminded that girls are an entirely different being than boys.  They are both incredibly chatty lately, with "rhyming" being the coolest thing EVER.  Our house definitely couldn't be considered calm right now, not with a 2 and a 3 year old filling it with squeals and laughter and vicious screams of attack.

These two fluctuate between playing like two peas in a pod and pushing each other off of the couch.  I have been reminded a lot lately of what it was like raising 2 and 3 year old twins.  Olive isn't quite to the "if/then" delayed consequence stage.  She hears it, she knows what will happen, and it just makes her break down into heaving sobs of anger.  We'll get to the point of being a reasonable and decent human being, but not before a whole lot of constant work, energy, and sending her to her room.  Like Asa said, "I sure am glad we aren't gonna do the 2's again!"  Whew!

Tonight, at dinner, Olive broke down into sobs.  Why?  Because she wanted to listen to Nancy Sinatra's "These Boots Are Made For Walkin" (AKA "The Boots Song"), that's why.  After realizing that this, in deed, was not something that she would forget and go back to eating rice with her hands... we got up, played her song, and let her show us her dancin' moves.





For the record, Ivey's favorite song at the moment is "Riders on the Storm".  Who can blame her on that one?