Here are two stories that happened recently. I'm numbering them because I don't feel like writing transitions. :)
1. On Sunday, I made baked potatoes for dinner and gave the kids each half of one. I cut it, but not all the way through the skin because they usually pick the potato off the top with their forks. Nick was having some trouble with his, though, and he asked Daddy for help. So, Daddy cut his potato some more, all the way through the skin. When Nick saw what he had done, he said, "Oh, no. Oh, no. It's broken." (Thus the broken potato reference in the video from my last post.)
2. Catie cannot say chocolate. We think she saying "choco" but it sounds an awful lot like "taco." One night last week our conversation went something like this:
Mommy: "Say 'choc'."
Mommy: "Say 'let'."