Annah has a big girl bed. Well, it's a toddler bed, but its not a crib. I got it on Craigslist for $40, which is a pretty good deal for a bed we will only be using for a year or so. She had a hard time as Ryan took her crib apart today ("don't break it! I don't want you to break it!) but she is enjoying the excitement of sleeping in a bed she can get out of. That's a bit of a negotiation. At nap today, as I left, I asked her "you're not going to get out of bed, right?" "Right. I stay here." I went downstairs and watched her on the monitor. For about 10 minutes, she hung out in bed, then one leg dangled over the edge. Then the other. Then she put her feet on the floor. Then her butt slipped off the bed. At which point I ran up to her room, burst in, and yelled "you get back in that bed!" The look on her face, a mixture of shock and horror, was simply priceless, and I will cherish it forever. It proves that 1.) my daughter is maybe not the sociopath I was almost convinced she was and that 2.) one of my life's goals, to convince my children I have magical powers and I know what they are doing even when I am not there, is 50% complete.
Gavin also has found the joys of parenting his younger sister lately. Telling her she needs to sit down, not pick her nose, etc, etc. He now says "let mommy be the parent", so I guess the message is getting through. He was a bit jealous of the bed, saying that he wanted a bed like that, which is rediculous since his bed has a clubhouse and a slide. 


The kids enjoy pushing each other around in Annah's baby carriage. Here's a few shots of them wearing random Halloween costumes and a bonus 'stache pic for good measure.