Sisterly Love

Before we left for preschool this morning, I put Olive in the car, ran back into the kitchen and told Lila to run down to the car.  As she went down the stairs, I heard Lila say, "Oh hi Olive! Oh haha dat's not Olive; dat's Baby Chloey!"

Should I be concerned that Lila was not at all concerned about the position the baby doll was in when she thought it was her baby sister?

Happy Halloween!

I've decided that Halloween is much more stressful as a parent than as a kid.  You plan your kids costumes for months until they decide right before Halloween that they want something different.  And then the costume is WHITE so you have to be worried all day that they're going to poop on it, and they don't fit as well in their carseats when they have tutus on, and they don't want to wear their tutus because they are scary, and talking all week about being a zebra is apparently much more fun than actually being a zebra, and then when you finally get them to trick or treat they don't understand what's going on and they try to go inside the houses of the people that are giving them hand-fulls of candy.

But they look cute, darn it.

Happy (late) Halloween from our little bunch! 

Mike, Sheriff Callie, zebra one, Spiderman, a witch, zebra two, and the Hulk.