Parker says to Annie, "you're a genius." Annie replies, "I'm not a genius, I'm adorable." Parker says, "I'm a genius." Annie remarks, "I'm a genius, too."

Grandma and I about split our guts laughing.

Have you noticed the geniuses who advertise on my blog? All the ads I've seen relate to potty training or nursing or something baby-related. Do you think they're trying to send me a message? How do they know I (and even their Gran-Nanny) have given up altogether on potty training?? Are they TRYING to make me feel more guilty?

Guilt. That's something I've learned that comes with motherhood as prominent as stretch marks. It doesn't matter what decision you make, it is always accompanied by a modicum of guilt. I guess we moms just have to do the best we can, get over it, and help our kids find good therapists someday. :)

Here's a good scary story for you. We put our little darlings down for a nap a couple of days ago, and they fussed for 15 minutes and then became quiet. I assumed they had fallen asleep, but when I heard them laughing ten minutes later, I became nervous. Sure enough, as I walked upstairs, I saw a trail of toilet paper coming from our bathroom winding toward the girls' room. Annie and Parker had not unrolled one roll of toilet paper. Being twins, they decided to unroll one APIECE! Bill put on his rubber gloves and unloaded the potty while I held the trash bag and picked up the clean pieces. At the time, I was so distraught, I didn't think to take a picture. Twins can be very dangerous!

Scary tale #2: this morning, I gave Annie and Parker their usual favorite breakfast--toast. After they finished, Parker asked me for pickles. I said, "really, pickles??" She replied with an enthusiastic, "yeah!" I fed her three pickles. She asked for more pickles. I cut her off after six pickles. I think she takes after her Uncle Grey, because he used to eat really wierd stuff for breakfast, too. Of course, Uncle Greg eats wierd stuff all the time...

As you can see, TAOTLM has a new look. It's going to take some getting used to. Not sure I like all the ads that came with the free template, though...

For those of you who don't know, two months ago, my mother recently moved two doors down from me to be closer to her twin grandgirls--to watch them while their mother works so they won't have to go to daycare. While we have done quite a few fun outings with just the two of us (we saw a movie and went yard-saling to name a couple), today is the first day that she has taken the whole day "off" from the girls. It seems our 2 1/2 year olds have given Grandma the stomach flu.

Welcome to ALL the joys of raising toddlers, Gran-Gran!

Since Parker's "so into" going to the potty, she has decided to help mommy train her sister. I think Annie would say "thanks, but no thanks."

Week before last, I was in a week-long training that resulted in my certification as an EEOC investigator. The training was held in Denver, but we had "classmates" from all over the country. Evidently, I was the only one in the room with a wonderful Southern accent.

One of the exercises we participated in was interviewing a witness as a class. The trainers had us take turns asking one question or giving one piece of information. When my turn came around, my duty was to "swear in" the witness. Since no language was provided, I came up with my own lingo. I instructed the witness to raise her right hand and repeat after me, "I do declare..." I guess the way I said it was extremely cute, because after those three words came out of my mouth, the whole class giggled. It didn't dawn on me why they were laughing at first, but I soon realized it was due to my awesome accent. I then said, "I know, I know," and I continued on. Life can be hard being such a cute Southerner. :)