Maybe it's a mommy thing, but every night before I go to bed, I check on my boys to make sure all is well. You know, pull the covers up, make sure no one is tangled up, whatever. Plus they are so sweet when they're sleeping (as opposed to running me ragged).
Anyway, last night I made my usual trip into their bedroom. I peeked around the corner, and Rowan's bed was empty. My first thought was that he must have fallen out, but a quick glance proved that theory wrong. After a very brief moment of panic (why, I'm not sure - it isn't like I thought he'd been kidnapped or anything), I looked over at Kemper's bed. Yes, there they were - two boys in a twin bed, Rowan completely tucked in under Kemper's sheet, Kemper out in the breeze and up against the wall. So, so cute.
Then this morning, I was cleaning out the car in preparation for our road trip. I had a crate full of toys sitting on the back step, and Kemper started playing with one of the music makers. He was having trouble remembering how it worked, so I told him he had to rub the bumpy things the other direction from what he was doing. He managed to do it right, and Rowan, who was standing close by watching, said, "You did it Kemper! I so proud of you!" And that's a direct quote.
Ironically (if that's even the correct word - daddy is the one with the vocabulary skills), just this morning at breakfast I was telling Morgan we really have to start watching what we say to the boys, since they're repeating many things back to us. Last night we had a bedtime battle, as I've become more of a sucker again. At one point when someone complained of an "owie", which I knew to be a stalling tactic, I said, "I don't care if you have an owie, you need to go to bed and I can give it a kiss in the morning". Don't you know, over the monitor a few minutes later I hear both of them saying, "I don't care. Go to bed." Boy did I feel like a heel.
But clearly it isn't just the "bad" things that get absorbed. They're picking up on the good things too. I'm so proud of them.