Almost 4

I love 4-year-olds, and my Totty is going to be one soon. When 4-year-olds speak they are the perfect blend of baby-cuteness and big-kid-sophistication.

Like this afternoon, when I was getting Karin down for her rest time, but before leaving I gave her one last tickle. And she said, "Mom, don't. I have enough tickling in my life."

Well then.

Not-So-Fresh and Natural

Seems I need to put pants on my babers when I lay her down to bed at night from now on. That's because this morning she decided to remove her diaper before her parental units were awake...and then pee on her bed.

Lesson learned.