Analytical Reasoning of 3 year olds. 

McKinley asks, “Where does Meme live?”  “Reynoldburg,” I say.  “Where is Reynoldsburg?” “In Columbus.” “Where is Columbus?” “Ohio.” “Where is Ohio?” “In the United States.” “Where is the United States?” “The world.” “Where is the world?” “Outter space.” “So that means I’m in Outter space!  I can’t handle myself in outer space.” ~g

Mail Time

Okay, who doesn’t love getting mail?  I’m pretty sure everyone gets excited when there’s a letter for them in the mailbox.  It gives us this warm fuzzy feeling that we’re somewhat important, right?   But three year olds receiving mail….is a whole new level of fuzzy feelings.  Joy on an extreme level.    Here–The joy…

Okay, so the apple doesn’t fall far. 

“Hiiiiii Momm! Guess what? I bothered all my friends today during rest time!” McKinley excitedly pronounces this to the world first thing when she sees me in the car pick up line.  Her boisterous attitude reminds me of someone else I know. Hmmm.  Yup, I remember the good ol’ days.  I remember vividly laying on…

“Clean up…Clean up”

McKinley gets into everything. Not only does she manage to take everything out of the toy bin, but she also manages to pull every book off the bookshelf’s. I don’t mind it so much. I knowingly let McKinley make gigantic messes. And, remember… I have strong O.C.D. tendencies. Why then? I can’t help it, she…