The girls have not moved from their booster chairs at the kitchen table for about an hour and a half. Woo hoo!!
This morning I found out Miriam thinks “busy” is a noun. “Mommy, you’re busy, and Papi’s busy, and Miriam is busy and Jireh is busy. We’re busies!”
Yesterday I gave Jireh’s hair a trim. She thought that her hair getting cut was supposed to be painful and kept crying while I tried to convince her that hair doesn’t have any nerve endings. Reminded me of the time my sister Anna got a nosebleed and thought since it was bleeding it must be painful so she kept saying “ow ow ow.” Heh.
Anyway, later in the day Jireh disappeared and I sent Miriam to find her. Miriam came back saying she was playing with the scissors, so I rushed to the scene and found several long (6″) clumps of Miriam’s hair on the floor, the chair, and hanging from Miriam’s head. Luckily, now it just looks like an intentionally layered cut and not like a 2 year old took a scissor to it. Hmm, yet another future career possibility for Jireh.