Lawdy, lawdy, it's chaos here! Three kids running in different directions and one of me! At any given time, I don't know what I'm going to discover, from the benign, like a ripped pillow, to the random puddles of fluid that can be drool, a spilled cat water bowl, or any manner of toddler secretions.
Dani and Tori are eager to "help" us feed Tommy. They take turns at dinnertime in the seat next to him so they can dole out (and sneak bites of) his finger food.
Tori the 'nado, basically refuses to smile for the camera, so I've got to catch her by surprise, or she likes to make ridiculous faces. Not only has her language exploded, but she's mastered the art of polite. Give her something and you're bound to get a "thank you"; she's pretty good at "excuse me" if she burps, but still announces, "I tooted" with a smile. If she forgets "please" when asking for something, I give her a look and get a dramatic "puh-puh-puh-pleeeease"; on the occasions that I ask her for the magic word, the answer is always "abacadabra".
The girls helped me bake brownies tonight. Their favorite part was the licking of the mixing spoons.