cats vs. dogs

Here's the thing....
Riv doesn't talk nearly as much or as clearly as Paige did.
Proof:
Paige at 2.5 years old

Paige at 3.5 years old

BUT, he has a lot to say and is very sweet and funny about what he chooses to share.
For instance, on the drive home this morning
from dropping Paige at school
we saw a girl running with her dog.
He saw the dog and pointed out how they were working out together.
Here is what his stream of consciousness was at that particular moment.

R: Mom, you want a dog to workout with you.
A: Sure, that would be fun to have a dog someday.
R: Yeah, not a cat.
Cause they scratch.
A: They scratch?
R: Yeah, they scratch up the curtains, and break the breakable dishes.
A: Really?
R: Yes, ALL your breakable dishes.
A: Crazy?!
R: Yeah, and you would be so sad. And Dad would say "Kill the cat. Kill the cat!"
A: Wow. That's crazy.
R: Yeah, let's get a dog when I grow up.

He is turning in to a funny little boy, and SUCH a boy at that.
He is starting to say mean things to his sister
which, in his defense, are mean things that she has said to him...
but I really don't like this kind of talk.
He also says the sweetest things to us, sister included that melt our hearts.

The thought of him being 4 BIG YEARS OLD this year really blows me away.
Memories hit you hard and can be pretty heavy at times.
So, I am enjoying our mornings together...and loving his commentary on the world.
Love you Riv.

On a tangent, the cheapest way to be "Mom of the Week"
is to give your kids a black trash bag, and tell them it is a cool new kite.
You just bought yourself at least 20 minutes of fun time!
You're welcome!