Never again!

Overhearing Annika in the other room play with some "friends", on of whom she forcefully designated as "monkeyhead", I chuckled. When she came into the living room and passed by me, I asked who "monkeyhead" was, she yelled in a gleefully mischeivious voice, "I'll never tell you!" and dove behind the couch.

Jacob likes to scrunch up his eyes and meow in a long, quiet, convincing "meeeeeeiowwwww."

We went to NY to visit my parents and the kids were able to go swimming frequently. Both of them LOVED it. They weren't afraid at all and would jump joyfully into grandparents' arms. Annika has been begging to go to the pool every hour and after I said, for the 12th time, "I'm sorry but we can't today," she yelled, "I'll never go swimming again!" (And dove behind the couch.)

Last night Annika was a turtle, playing under the laundry basket and singing a funny turtle song, which for the life of me I can't remember, but went something like this: "I'm a turtle but I don't want to be a turtle but I'm a turtle and you can't make me be a turtle" etc. She stayed under the laundry basket for upwards of 1/2 hour. I was hoping she'd play it again today, but it only lasted for a few minutes and I never got a song out of it.

I'll end with a picture of Annika's most recent act of terror and proof that I'm a saint, since she's still alive: