Emily has an addition workbook in which she is supposed to complete a page a day. Today she was working on +1. Her younger brother Bradley (almost 4) was watching her over her shoulder and when she got to 29+1= she began writing the solution with the number 2. Bradley looked at me with a furrowed brow and said, "Hey! Mommy, that's supposed to be 30!"

It's a good thing Bradley is getting a brother because yesterday morning at breakfast he told me we needed to go to Target to buy the My Little Pony movie. And then today, he was very excited to have found Sparkleworks Pony amongst the toys in the playroom. He needs somebody to play cars and trucks with him.

I procastinated one day too long. I went upstairs to get Wendy out of her crib from her nap today and she was walking around the bedroom crying. I had just mentioned to David the day before that we needed to lower the rails on the crib but I thought we still had some more time. I wish I had a camera to see how she did it. Apparently she dismounted with grace because I didn't hear any loud thumps.

Today the kids and I made laptop computers out of cereal boxes. Emily was excited to pretend it was Saturday and work on her computer.

The children often play for awhile after we put them to bed. We accept it as long as it doesn't get too unruly. Recently they have been playing dress up and will put on clothes from the girls' closet. Bradley has taken ownership of one of Emily's pink, flowered, button-up, Old Navy, collared, puffy-sleeved shirts. He wears it over his pajamas which I promise are masculine with either trucks, cars or Buzz Lightyear. I asked them why they like dressing up and Emily said, "We're pretending it's Bradley's birthday and we are going to a party where the boys wear girl jackets." Sometimes I wonder where kids get these imaginations!

Tonight I was doing laundry upstairs for about an hour after the kids were supposedly tucked in bed. On my way downstairs, their door was closed and the light was on. I opened the door, peeked in, and found only Wendy looking a little bored in her crib. It seemed unusually quiet and I was frightened to check the bathroom where I suspected they were getting into trouble. Three small children with access to water on a second floor, especially when your house is for sale, can be a dangerous thing. So I cautiously opened the door to find the very small bathroom filled with 8 large pillows and all three children quietly and busily scrubbing away with sponges and soap at the sink and toilet. Bradley was wearing his favorite cross-dressing shirt, Emily was wearing a Cinderella hooded sweatshirt, and Sarah was wearing a much-too-small infant bathing suit hooded coverup. I was puzzled at first why they would be cleaning at their own goodwill, but apparently, according to their responses, that is what you do when you go exploring and find sponges.

Last night Emily came into our room and sweetly told me that she had wet her bed. I was unusually patient with the situation and helped her get changed. I commented that she hadn't wet the bed in a long time. She responded by saying, "Yeah, I thought I drooled, but then I realized my panties were wet."

About two weeks ago I was working with the older kids on object graphs. We were using large Lego blocks to graph the color of fruit loops. 2 year old Sarah joined us but was more interested in eating the fruit loops and having the Lego blocks talk to each other than joining us in our learning activity. However, tonight she demonstrated her subconcious listening skills when she built a single tower of randomly colored Lego blocks and proudly exclaimed, "Mommy, look at my graph!"

The other day when I was getting Emily out of the bathtub I commented on how skinny her five year old legs were. She said, "Why? Yours aren't." Kids can be brutally honest. But hey, I am 8 months pregnant! Give me a break, kid.

One day Bradley decided that baseball was his favorite game despite the fact that neither David nor I are sports fans. Apparently he likes the looks of a baseball. Today David took Bradley outside to play some baseball in the yard along with Emily. Shortly after they went outside Bradley came walking in the door and I commented, "That was quick!" Bradley replied cheerfully, "Yeah, I'm not very good at my favorite game."