whatever keeps them entertained

So, Henry's new favorite thing?  Watching videos on You Tube (like any man) of... garbage trucks.  I bet you didn't even know You Tube had videos of garbage trucks.  It just goes to show you, people will videotape anything.  So, mainly these videos consist of the trucks going from house to house collecting the garbage.  He will watch it and watch it and watch it.  He never gets tired of it. He then talks about the videos, describing in detail what was happening, with sound effects, "...then the arm comes out, drjjjjjjjjeeeeeerrrr, and grabs the trash can, cshhhkerrrr. and picks it up like this (demonstrates movement)..."  You get the idea.

Anyway, Henry is talking incessantly.  I am not exaggerating.  If he is near you, he is talking.  I try to listen and respond, but it can get exhausting.  He just has a lot to say.  All the time.  About absolutely everything.  "  Mommy, I didn't expect that building to be that color.  Mommy, I think that that person in that car was Nana's friend Susanne.  Mommy, what does C-I-T-G-O spell?  Mommy, Malcolm is making this face.  Look, Mommy.  Mommy, did you see that University of Florida garbage truck?  Where do you think it was going?  Mommy, do you think..."  I think it is time for school.

Ceci's is still into horses, especially mommy and baby teams.  Really mommy and baby teams of anything.  Farmor sent her the perfect postcard from ND.  It had a mommy and baby Black Beauty in a field of flowers.  And we all remember how she feels about Black Beauty.  (If you haven't read that post, read it.  It is funny.  And not just because I wrote it.)  Anyway, she obviously still believes Black Beauty is a girl, hence "her" ability to have a baby with her.  So, she and I have been playing a lot of horses lately.  Many of the horses names change daily, but I wanted to include some of the highlights:  Junda, Dunda, Merryjinda, Gingerbread, Gingerbreadjunda, GingerbreadThunderThighs, and Squeezeankles (or something to that effect).  But Black Beauty, well, she always stays the same.  

Malcolm moves fast these days.  His favorite things to do are try to stick his hands in the toilet before Mommy realizes he has made it to the bathroom, a room with a door that I close 25 times a day just to avoid the aforementioned situation, yet every time I walk by it, it is open.  He also enjoys eating old food out of the dustpan, and standing at glass front door hollering at the cat.  It goes something like this, "ahahahahahaha" bam bam bam bam (chubby hands banging glass).  Then a giggle and, zip, off to the (probably opened) bathroom.  He is getting some more teeth, so he is wearing a vest of drool everywhere he goes.  Nobody seems to notice, though.  They are too buys looking at those blue eyes and that huge smile.