Terrible Twos and First Grade

Lauren is proving to be quite a crazy character. I think it really did start around the time Eva came home. She has a new self-defense mechanism. It goes like this: Scream "Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!" as loud as you can if anyone gets near you or makes you do something you don't want to do. Scream it even louder if you are in a public place like church or a restaurant. I can see this is the start of some really interesting adventures for the "terrible twos." My dad has said a few times that he thinks she's going to be a tom-boy. She does like to get dirty and has this funny mischeivious laugh when she's doing something sneaky. This morning she got into the diaper bag, which used to be hers and is now shared with Eva, and got out a bulb syringe. I was nursing Eva at the time and couldn't retrieve it from her. I pleaded with her to put it back in the bag as she stuffed it up her nose. "Big booger, Mom (ah-choo)," she told me. This happened over and over, each time resulting in a huge and real sneeze. I know you shouldn't laugh at kids when you are trying to extinguish an unwanted behavior, or they will keep doing it for the attention, but I couldn't help myself. I haven't laughed so hard for a long time--maybe since we listened to Jim Gaffigan. So she just kept doing it with the same results which made me laugh more. Poor Eva was looking up at me probably wondering why I was making her meal so shaky.
Eva is doing really well these days. She sleeps four to six hour stretches at night, and depending on when her night starts, I only get up once, maybe twice in the night to feed her. That's good, because she's up for about an hour each time, which is a huge chunk of night that I could be asleep. Clifton hasn't been called on to help for a long time now. I hope he benefits from the full night's sleep he's getting. Eva is already about half a pound above her birth weight and growing visibly. Her cheeks are getting rounder and she's doing really well at trying to hold her head up when she's on my shoulder.
Caleb had his last day of kindergarten on Thursday. I can't believe it's over. I have a first grader now. He's reading and likes to think he's doing "big math." He's trying, anyhow, and he likes it. I'm not sure what he thinks about being in first grade in a month, though. He hasn't yet gotten too excited about eating lunch at school and being there all day. But he hasn't much choice in the matter if he doesn't like it. He's been such a big help to me since Eva was born, I don't know what I will do without him to help me during the day.
They grow up so quickly.
I will post a good picture soon.