Screwed.

As I sat at the computer, today, I sensed an alien presence behind me. I turned and looked over my left shoulder, and Cate was STANDING on the couch next to me, almost as if she were reading over my shoulder. I have climbers. Cailey watched Cate intently, and after 5 minutes, she was up on the couch, too. There's not much I can do, other than put blankets and pillows on the floor, and tell them to sit. Cailey likes to watch herself in the mirror, and plays pat-a-cake (unless she thinks she's playing with her sister). Cate just likes to run from one end to the other and then hurl herself over the side.
When I tell Cate, "Sit!" she of course replies with, "Seven, eight."


Monday, on the walk home from school, I discovered that Brodie knows the Pledge of Allegiance. We passed a home with a flagpole, and they had just put the flag out. He stopped on the sidewalk, put his hand over his heart and said the Pledge. Then he launched into the end of America the Beautiful. The Scott's man who was seed-feeding the lawn did a very nice job of maintaining his composure throughout the show.

Today was a long day of wrastlin' babies off the couch. I'm tired. I had a cupcake and some Shiraz after Brodie and the twinkles went to bed. By the way, Trader Joe's has an awesome Chocolate-Orange cake mix. Cool Whip complements the flavors nicely (as does Shiraz).

EI will be here early in the morning for Cailey's PT evaluation. For not being able to walk, Cailey sure can climb, though. Listening is not one of her strong points, though. I was calling her today and she was ignoring me. Brodie was playing with plastic Easter eggs and said, "How about I throw an egg at her?"