Where is this bridge of which you speak?

Yesterday while I was making Evie's bed she was "helping" me and chattering away like a magpie. She sort of does this stream of consciousness conversation, "...this is my Pluto doll, he has a blanket and it is blue. I love blue. This is my pink pillow and this is my white pillow. I want to sleep on my pink pillow. Mom? Can we sleep down on the futon tonight?" I was in the middle of trying to tuck the sheets in on the side that is next to the wall without pulling the bed out and rearranging the furniture, (Let's face it, she doesn't care if the sheet is tucked all the way in... so neither do I.) and only listening with one ear to her babbling. I did catch what she asked and with out thinking I replied, "Ummm, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it, ok?" Evie's whole face lit up and she said, "We can cross a bridge tonight? Can Daddy cross the bridge too? I can cross the bridge? We have a bridge?!" Dang literal children, now I have to find a bridge for her to cross....

On an unrelated note, Lila rolled from back to front yesterday! I actually watched her do it with my own eyes. She promptly began to cry and carry on like it was the end of the world. But it is a step in the right direction. If she wasn't so placid and willing to just lay back and observe she might try reaching for toys and moving more. I also went last Tuesday and had her pictures taken from when she won 2nd place in the cute baby contest. I am really excited to see how they turned out. She has started doing this thing with her tongue where she sticks it out the side of her mouth when she is thinking about whether to smile or not. We got a lot of pictures with her tongue, but then she decided she liked the photographer and started to beam on cue.

Our cousins from Mississippi are here visiting for the summer. We are so excited to play with them! Jake and Jack are so funny together, two peas in a pod. I love listening to their conversations. They were having a debate about who was the ultimate authority figure in their lives. Jack said it was his mom, and Jake's response, "Well, let me tell you something, Grandma T. tells your mom what to do and then she tells you!" So there you have it, that is the chain of command in our family. They were also playing out in Grandma and Grandpa's yard, "exploring" and they found a rock that they thought was a fossil. A neighbor boy was playing with them and when I called them in to dinner he said he would take it home and wash it. Jack said, "Yeah, could you do some research on that?" I love these serious and inquisitive little guys! I also love that Jack and Jake just fell back into old rhythms and spent the whole day playing together with no problems, no wonder we missed them so much!