Updates!!

  I realize that I haven't written anything here in quite a while, but I can't think of a specific incident of cuteness that's not too short or too long (it's midnight; I need to hurry and sleep), so I'm just going to update y'all on the kidlets' lives. Let's start with... *flips coin* Baby Boy!

  So Baby Boy is now six months old. He's sitting up all the time, and the other day... He crawled!!!  I couldn't believe it, but he did three little crawls toward me before he... fell on his face and started crying. But, oh well. He's super adorable, even though he cries incessantly at night (during the day, he's awesome. Perfectly chill). Oh, and he eats baby food now! Already on threes! That boy can eat. He has this huge head, incredibly persuasive big brown eyes, and elf ears. I swear, he's part elf, somewhere back in his family tree. Maybe he's descended from Legolas or something.

  Next up is Little Girl, who is now two and a half. She's talking a ton (nonstop really), and she loves dinosaurs and "manimals." Her favorite words are, "No," "Baby brother," "Stop it," and "No, no, no guys." (The last one is when we're too loud or arguing [and she says it with her cute little hands in the air by her face].) She argues with her uncle and sometimes pushes her brother over (not so much anymore, but when he first started sitting up, it was like she said, "What is this; you are a baby, so lay back down and cry."), and sometimes throws fits about going to bed and eating. She's absolutely beautiful though, and I love her to death.

  Have you ever have a baby hug? You know the ones were he kind of leans against you and tries to eat your hair, but you pretend that he's hugging you and hold him real tight? And then Little Girl gives those great big hugs with her arms wrapped really hard around you neck, and she says, "Mmmm, I love you," while she does it? Omg, those are wonderful. If I had to do one thing for the rest of my life, it would be hugging babies. Well, no, it would probably be praying or ministering to the lost, but you get it, right?

  So yeah. Babies. Comment, especially you, Aunt Becky. That's right; you've been called out. Comment, and I'll give you some more chapters of my book ;)

Socks have feelings too

  Today, I dressed Little Girl before she, her mother, and Baby Boy left to visit someone. I managed to get her jeans on while she yelled over and over, "Don't give me ouch!" (I've never heard her say "ouch" before, so that's weird), and then we put on her shirt. Next came shoes.

  First, I tried sitting her on my lap while I pulled on her socks. That didn't really work, so I made her lay down on me with her foot in the air while I put one on. She held the other one.

  After a few minutes, she began hugging the sock and saying, "Mm, sock, you're best friend." (This means that the sock is her best friend, not that she was saying something about the sock's best friend and then forgot.)

  What?! I though I was Little Girl's best friend! Her mother and I argue over who gets that title all the time, and now, it's a sock?! Well, that's nice. I hope she has fun with her best friend the sock.

Feeding the baby

  Today, my mama jokingly suggested that we leave the kidlets when their mother was running late, saying that Little Girl could take care of Baby Boy. I thought, Well, she knows how to feed him!

  So let me explain.

  Recently, we bought a box of corndogs for our lunches. They're the good kind, and I like them. Anyway, Little Bro had some and left his plate sitting on the living room desk with a tiny bowl of ketchup on it. Now, Little Girl is a lot of work, and she found that ketchup and started eating it with one of the corndog sticks. I didn't stop her because it wasn't a big deal, and she was happy.

  So I was on the couch, Baby Boy was behind me in his walker, just happy as a clam, and Little Girl was between us, eating her ketchup. I put Yo Gabba Gabba on for them, and then I watched a bit of it. After a while, I noticed that Little Girl was... quiet. Too quiet.

  "Little Girl," I called.  "What are you doing?"

  "Feeding Baby Boy," she responded.

  For a minute, that didn't really register. What did she just say? I thought. And then... No way.  She's not... I jumped up and turned around.

  Baby Boy was sitting in his walker, ketchup all over his chin. As chill as could be, I swear. (It seems that the worse Little Girl gets, the calmer Baby Boy becomes. Funny, huh?)

  Little Girl had been feeding him ketchup with a corndog stick. The five month old. I only looked away for a minute!

  So I cleaned his face and had a chat with Little Girl about food and her brother. I explained that he was too little and that big people food could give him an "ow" in his tummy. She listened, I think. Maybe. We'll see how it goes.

Teamwork!

Earlier today, Little Girl got two plastic balls and brought them to me at my desk/table. I was holding Baby Boy in my lap, and she gave him one of the balls (I had to help because it's hard for things to pass from one little hand to the next).

Then, Little Girl turned and threw her ball across the room. Because what else do you do with toys? She turned to her brother and said, "Throw it, Baby Boy!"

Being five months old, Baby Boy stared at her in fascination, thinking Wow, that little person makes a lot of noise or maybe just Where'd the Big Milk Thing run off to?

I explained to Little Girl that her brother was too small to throw a ball. So what did she do? The most logical and adorable of all options, of course. She took the ball and threw it across the room. Then, she turned back to us and yelled, "Yay, Baby Boy!" as she clapped for him. She even had the tone that grownups use when we congratulate children on doing things like rolling over.

The beginning...

This is a blog about my kidlets and the adorable things they do. The oldest is almost two and a half, and the youngest is five months, and together, they make an unstoppable cuteness train that will force you to at least smile, if not LOL out loud. (That was a joke.)

My niece and nephew are my kidlets, in case you were wondering.  Oh, and hi.

Because this is a public blog that actual Internet people might be reading when they're bored, I'm not going to tell you the real names of my kidlets. Instead, you will know them only as, uh... I'm drawing a blank. Thinking either Kidlet #1 and Kidlet #2 (but then I have to use the shift key and remember where the # sign is, which is not something I use while writing my stories and book, so it's difficult), or Girl and Boy. The first one is a little reference to Dr. Seuss, but the (I tell the little girl that something's not funny, and it only makes her laugh more... She climbed into my lap and distracted me) second one is simpler. Hey! Little Girl and Little Boy would... No! Little Girl and Baby Boy! It's perfect. I love it, and you can't change my mind.

Anyway.

Now that I have renamed my kidlets, we can get to the explanation part of this post. Through a series of unfortunate events (no, not the books), the kidlets have ended up living in my house. Well, my parents' house, where I live with my parents, my little brother, and now my sister and her children. It's a three bedroom house, meaning that my parents and my brother have their own room. So the two newcomers and one oldcomer (my spellchecker says that's not a word, but it totally is. I mean, I'm a wordsmith, so any word I make is real, right?) are now living in my bedroom. While Baby Boy gets his own bassinet (which he is quickly outgrowing), Little Girl and her mother are on the full-sized bottom bunk, and I have the twin-size top bunk. My feet hang off the edge of the bed, which I'm okay with because I'll have to deal with it forever, but the problem is that this bed has a railing. It's safer for my kidlets, but it's annoying for my long legs, and I'm used to a bigger bed.

So we're crammed into this room together. I'm a writer, as I alluded to a couple of times earlier on in this post. I have written some short stories, and I'm working on a book (it's called Redemption, and it's beautifully difficult). So I need a desk to work because the bed is too comfortingly distracting, and I can't write there. My sister needs a desk for homework, so what's the next logical option? I set up a table in my brother's room, covered it in knickknackys, nail polish, and books, and I proceeded to use it as a writing desk. I don't know why you need to know all that, but there you go.

During the day, both my parents work (Mama was stay-at-home for years, so this is strange to us), and my sister goes to college (she's studying to be a nurse). My brother and I are homeschooled, and Mama runs it with my help while me and Bro (ooh, Little Bro!) watch the kidlets. They do some pretty hilarious things during the day and even funnier things at night when they should be sleeping. Some of their funny things don't communicate to text (such as the way Little Girl says "night-night" so that she sounds like she's a Yankee), but I'll do my best. And this way, I won't be clogging everyone's Facebook with status up... Wait, I'm just going to post the link to this on my page, so... Yay, you get to read about my kidlets whether you want to or not!

I think that's a long enough first post, especially since I expect the later posts to be very short and frequent. Would you like to read some cute things? Then stick around, baby, because the cuteness will overwhelm you!