Cutest little cowgirl

Ashley just LOVES Woody from Toy Story. Yesterday while I was rearranging Aidan's closet for back to school clothes she found his long forgotten costume. She was so tickled, like she had found buried treasure with her name on it. What more could you ask for????

1,000 Questions

1,000 questions.... or more accurately one question asked 1,000 times. Or one question posed 1,000 different ways. This is how the brain of a 2 year old works.

Let me preface this story by explaining that I checked the movie Indiana Jones Raider of the Lost Ark out from the library for Aidan and I to watch. Aidan finished his lunch and started the movie while Ashley and I were finishing ours. Huge fan that I am of Indiana Jones, I soon became engrossed in the movie and Ashley followed. I knew that I would have to explain technical points to Aidan, like who the bad guys and good guys were, what was the Ark of the Covenant, the staff of Ra, the Nazis, etc. No problem, I was prepared for that.

What I wasn't prepared for was Ashley's one simple question. "How did the man burn his hand?" (Meaning the weird man with the hat and glasses who burned his hand trying to grab the gold disk-thing from Marion Ravenwood) It sounds simple, but it's not in the mind of a 2 year old. And she wouldn't let it go.....!!!!

"How did he burn his hand?"
"What was hot?"
"Why was it hot?"
"Why is there fire"?
"Why is fire hot?"
"Why did he burn his hand?"
"Who burned his hand?"
"Why?"
"What is the disk?"
"How did he burn it?"
"What did he burn?"
"What happened?"
"Why?"
"Where is the man who burned his hand?"
"Why did he leave?"
"Why did he burn his hand?"
and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on in a strange pattern of circular logic!

Until finally Aidan was so exasperated that he stopped the movie and tried to explain it himself, which didn't work either. So he just hugged her and said it was time for her nap. Why didn't I think of that? He was right. So off she went to bed with a million questions in her mind. But when I laid her in the bed all she said was "Where is my Momo (Elmo)?". Burned hand man forgotten. Hopefully!

We have a monster......

One night as I was climbing the stairs to go to bed I noticed books on the stairs. I picked them up and wearily headed upward only to find a long piece of toilet paper going down the hall and into the bathroom. This made me groan for what I would find at the end . Well as it turns out it was only more paper strewn everywhere. This is a good thing, if you know what I mean.

So I ventured on down the hall to check on Aidan only to find his bed empty and room nice and neat. I returned the books to the shelf and headed back up the hall to my room. There I found the floor littered with my once-folded laundry. Uuuughhhh! Shannon started to laugh behind me as he came upon the bathroom.

He said "I think we have a monster".

And my reply was "And he is sleeping in our bed".

So there was our sweet angel monster lying sweating among a giant pile of clean blankets that were once folded in the laundry basket under the clothes that were now on the floor. Who wouldn't love a child this funny?!

Meanwhile, at the other end of the hall, little Ashley angel was fast asleep in her crib.....for the moment, at least. "SIGH"