Mushrooms, baby birds and dog boy

If Annika is angry with something or someone she says, "I say mushroom to that chair." Or, "I say mushroom to Daddy." Mushroom is, apparently, her expletive for anger, especially when it is directed at someone. Or, she'll give an angry "I'm so frustrated at you!"

A few months ago she, or I, started calling each other Baby Bird and Mama Bird. Of course John was included as Papa or Daddy Bird. She'll say in her best baby voice, "Mama Bird, I need ...." "I need to hold you." "I need some milllk." "I need to go to the grocery store for my special cereal." For the most part, its really cute. Occasionally, she'll perch (yes, pun intended) on the arm of the sofa and tweet sweetly, "Mama Bird, come rescue me. Rescue me!" Then I have to go rescue her and throw her onto the couch cushions. Or spinning through the air. Or go to the grocery store for some special cereal.

Jacob likes to crawl up the stairs as fast as he can anytime the gate is left down. He has no concept of gravity, however, so he likes to turn around and .... Maybe I'm there to catch him, maybe I hear several bumps and a thud. So far, no serious injury, just lots of guilt about the open gate.

He loves the toilet. Really loves the toilet. And Annika's little potty. And the toilet. If Annika tells me that she went potty, I have to rush to the bathroom to empty the potty before he gets his hands on it. She actually will now pour it into the toilet, flush, rinse it out and wash her hands on her own now, but I still rush. Because the bathroom door is open. So, Jacob is surely in there as well, if not playing in Annika's potty, then he is playing in the toilet. He picks up the lid, splashes his hands around and .... And... sticking his head in trying to take a drink. Ewww. Ewww. Ewww.

I'll post pictures soon. Not of the potty water, I'm running to fast for preventative measures to involve a camera.