Toddlers. Sheesh.

Then there are these wild toddler days.

Catherine was trying her best to give Elisabeth a loving hug this morning. Elisabeth was having none of it, pushing her away. Catherine kept trying, though.

Then Catherine started building towers from the big cardboard boxes. Elisabeth suddenly became her worst enemy when she took delight in making Catherine's tall towers collapse to the ground. I had to separate a few screaming hair-pulling matches when an angry Catherine was trying to wreak her revenge for her own personal tower collapse.

Then Catherine wanted a snack after all her hard work engineering the tower. I only found out about it when I noticed a tomato was missing from the kitchen counter. I had one of those heart-stopping moments of horrible eye-opening clarity when I realized there were only two tomatoes on the counter where there formerly were three. She was happily rocking in the recliner, munching away at it like an apple with tomato all over her, the chair, and everything.

Elisabeth is probably going to be an astrophysicist. She conducts gravity experiments with her snack goldfish crackers. She drops them out of both hands to see which fish can hit the pavement first. Usually they explode on contact, which she finds delightful.

How old are they before you can leave them alone for five minutes at a time, I wonder?

Is it naptime yet?

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Update: I love the nicknames Auntie Linae has bestowed on the girls. Chaos and Entropy.