Temptations of a one year old

There are many temptations common to the one year old. The temptation to climb the stairs, get in the fireplace, open drawers, and eat cat food to name a few. (because it looks and smells so good don't we all want to eat it?) But for Kensi & Camden, their biggest temptation seems to be a table of picture frames. They just want to play with them so bad! We go through this at least 10-15 times a DAY, people. They have wonderful baby toys to play with. Why do they want to play with picture frames? They don't play songs or have lights; I just don't get it. Maybe its the allure of the forbidden? Well, the consequences of the unacceptable will unmistakeably be the proper deterrent. Even as I'm typing this, Kensi just grabbed my bottle of water and spilled it on the floor and on her head, no less. Well, they are learning. And so am I! But they are the sweetest and most wonderful children ever. We love them so dearly!

Camden at the peak of temptation
Caught ya!
I wasn't touching it Mom! But I wasn't!
The sweetest babies ever!
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Talking in his sleep....

The hubby talks in his sleep quite frequently. At random times I will be awakened in the night with him standing in a corner of the room trying to open a door, (which doesn't exist) or he will start saying really bizarre things that make no sense. This seems to happen more when he has been doing something mentally labor intensive; When his brain is 'full' for lack of better phrasing; Then, it seems to spill out at night. The hubby just got back from Atlanta where he was in a series of rather intense business meetings. It's the final quarter for his business, so he has a lot on his mind. That said, here is what happened last night. I am sleeping so good on my little side of the bed. The room is cool and the covers are warm and I am oblivious to anything going on outside of, well, me. All of a sudden, the covers come ripping off and the hubby is leaning over me saying, "Who is it? Who's there? What is it?" I can barely comprehend what is going on. Then again he asks me, "Who is that? Who are you?" As I grab the covers and pull them back up I mumble "its me!" He doesn't understand and keeps asking me. I say it one more time, "it's me!!!" and roll over to go back to sleep. He talks a few seconds more and seemed to be satisfied with my answer. This morning when I ask him about it, he vaguely recollects the episode. Oh well. I am sure this will happen again. Probably tonight. If he asks me who I am again, I am going to say Big Bird and see what he does.