Should Be Called the Adventures of Girl Reader & Girl Kitty Cat

Last night as I was preparing a fine meal of Shepards Pie and Chicken Nuggets (the nuggets were made for one family member who refuses to eat anything other than white and/or yellow items at the moment) I realized something—our little Ellie can read. I mean really and truly READ!

I came to this realization when Ellie brought in her Dick and Jane book into the kitchen and read story after story without aid. I am shocked at just how much she's learned this year. Surely I wasn't reading in Kindergarten.

Of course, this new development causes us to up our parental game. No longer are we able to spell out what we don't want the kids to hear. The grown up code is now compromised. I suspect we'll be reduced to developing a complicated system of eye twitches and pocket mirrors to communicate things like, hey, let's break out the ice cream after the kids go to bed.

Meanwhile Jonah has taken to a new phase - the kitty cat phase. A couple weeks ago it was the bird phase. This lasted about a month and involved him wanting to sleep in a nest, be carried in a nest, tweeting when he would talk and then looking confused when we didn't respond back in his native bird tongue, and referring to himself as a girl bird.

Rather than tweeting he is now meowing, crawling on all fours through the house, fashioning milk bowls out of blankets, and referring to himself as a girl kitty cat (although this morning he decided he was boy cat). I wonder if he's going to ask for a litter box next?