Kate and paint by numbers

Today, I wanted the girls to be quiet. I wanted them to be entertained. I didn't want them to watch T.V., so I gave Kate a paint by number kit and Reagan paper and watercolors. Six hours later, I had to pry them off of their "projects" and force feed them dinner. Then they went right back at it, and two hours later I put them to bed.

I've got mixed feelings about it, but perhaps I have a budding artist on my hands. Perhaps not. But it kept them quiet.

Georgianna believes that she is talking. She looks as me, does all the correct facial expressions, and blabbers. Then I get up, get her a snack. She gives me a satisfied nod, sits down and eats. She's convinced that the sliding vowel sounds are all that are necessary for coherent speech. One day she'll learn that they are the sounds that only a mother can interpret.

On the potty training front, Reagan has elected to confide her potty needs to Kate. Early this morning Kate came running to me and said, "Mom, I think Reagan needs to go potty." When I asked her why she responded, "Well, she's doing this (at which point she squatted), and then she said that she wanted her potty chair." All of you can imagine that I went zero to sixty in 2 seconds flat. A quick dip and scoop and I had Reagan in my arms. I rounded the corner, slid into the bathroom, pulled down her panties...only to have her pee on my arms.