Today when I was wiping Accalia's butt (since this is my blog I give myself permission to tell stories about my childrens' bodily functions, 'kay?), she said, while making gagging noises, "My poop makes you sick."

"Your poop doesn't make me sick," I replied. "Everyone's poop smells pretty bad."

"Yeah," Accalia said, reflecting on this bit of wisdom. "I have too much poop. Poop, poop, poop, poop, poop."

Cole, meanwhile, has taken to pointing and waving at our weeping willow, George. We have a perfect view of him when we sit at the computer, so Cole likes to carry on little hand conversations with George as George waves back and worth in the wind.

Accalia and I picked up a pair of walkie talkies at Goodwill today for a mere dollar. They're fabulous entertainment and will be even more fun once Accalia has all of the motions down for what to press when she wants to talk and when she wants to listen. And the novelty is so great yet that it's even more fun to stand two feet from each other and talk on them rather than going into different rooms :)

Oh cool, Accalia can pick out songs from Swan Lake! She's listening to her Ballet Classic cd right now.