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 Morning wake-up calls are hard.  Emerson rolled into our room the other morning at 6:00am.  Since she was the first kid up, and I wasn't yet prepared to start a new day, I lifted her into the bed beside me.  This isn't usually allowed, but I needed just five more minutes.  And she's cute.  At least she was cute until she started picking her nose on the pillow beside me.  Being a generous two-year-old, she offered me the booger, but I refused it.  She offered it to me again, and I gave her another, "no thank you," so she wiped it on my pillowcase.  The no kids in the bed rule was immediately reinstated.  

I need advice.  Our kids are basically professional nose pickers.  I don't know how we got here, but I don't know how to get off this train.  The younger ones think it's funny to walk around with their fingers jammed up to their brains and the older ones don't even realize they are doing it, it's become such a disgusting habit.  Only they don't think it's disgusting.  I try to explain why I'm dry heaving in the corner, and they think I'm overreacting.  I can handle all the body functions, but boogers and snot...it's my Achilles heel!  Help!

While I'm talking about body functions, the girls are trying to potty train themselves still.  I'm adamantly against it.  It's too much.  Diapers forever, girls!  Since mom won't help them, they've started helping each other.  It would be cute if they weren't forever trying to change each other's diapers.  I busted them doing it during nap time.  Emerson was naked from the waist down lying on the floor in diapering position. Carter was holding the diaper contemplating it and Emerson's naked bottom.  When she noticed me, she thrust the diaper my way and just said, "help, please."  I found remnants from the dirty diaper on the carpet later.  That's not helpful, girls.  Not helpful.  

I do appreciate that they are so excited for each other's successes, and Carter is forever the encourager.  I just wish we could do this thing one at a time.  Kind of like everything else with twins...double the blessing, quadruple the work.  But they are pretty cute.  



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