We work hard for our candy in the Lim household.

Even all the free candy tonight didn't sway Katherine's opinion that Halloween means a LOT of walking.

Our conversation toward the end of the evening:

Katherine: "Daddy?"

Me: "Yes?"

Katherine: "Can you pick me up?"

Me: "No, honey. If you want to get the candy, you have to walk up to the door."

(We walk in silence for a few feet)

Katherine: "Daddy?"

Me: "Yes?"

Katherine: "Is Halloween done yet? I'm tired."

Things Kids Say

Last weekend I went into Radio Shack to buy a watch battery. The girls came in the store with me.

The store was empty, and quiet.

The man working at the register was a "bit" large.

The girls looked at him, turned to me, and shouted, "He's gonna have a baby!"

I was shocked that he still sold me the battery.

Sing along if you like.

We have fun at our house. Here's proof:

Perspective

We took the old Pack 'N Play crib out of storage last week to lend it out. The girls of course had no memory of the Pack 'N Play, but enjoyed playing with it nonetheless.

Watching the girls climb in and out of the crib with general ease made me realize with shock and horror just how quickly our "babies" are growing up.

I sifted through my photos of the girls and found a photo from January 15, 2006 (5 months old) to compare and contract with the current photo taken August 20, 2008 (36 months old).

To get a full appreciation of how big the girls have gotten, keep in mind that in both photos:

1. The Pack 'N Play is exactly the same size.
2. Big Bird is the same guy in both photos.

January 15, 1006 - 5 Months Old.

August 20, 2008 - 36 Months Old.

Click on either photo for a larger view.

Don't Take My Macaroni!

Two nights ago, Caroline started crying and screaming. I went into her room, and she was sitting up in bed, eyes closed, screaming, "Don't take my macaroni!"

When I tried to pick her up to sooth her, she began hitting me (eyes still closed), crying, "I want my macaroni! I want my macaroni!"

There were three interesting observations I made even though it was 3 a.m.:

• Caroline LOVES to eat. Even though she is smaller than Katherine, she packs down her food at almost every meal. That evening for dinner, she had polished off a big bowl of Kraft mac 'n cheese, so I wasn't convinced she was hungry.
• During waking hours, Caroline never refers to it as "macaroni". We all refer to it as "mac 'n cheese".
• For bedtime, Caroline had read the book, "Yankee Doodle", which of course, uses the word "macaroni".

So even though I was fairly certain Caroline was not talking about mac 'n cheese, we nonetheless heated up a bowl of mac 'n cheese. Caroline ate one bite, then promptly climbed back into bed and fell asleep. I'm not sure she ever fully woke up.

I guess we'll never know, but I wonder what Caroline was dreaming about. Yankee Doodle? A big bowl of mac 'n cheese? Daddy witholding food from her? It's a mystery!

Snack Hound

Katherine LOVES to snack.

A sure fire way to get her to eat her dinner is to tell her, "No snack until you finish your dinner."

Cookies, crackers, jello, ice cream. There isn't a snack Katherine hasn't tried that she hasn't liked.

While Katherine certainly has a taste for snacks, it wasn't until tonight that I realized she also has a nose for it.

Tonight I had just put the girls to bed. I came outside and grabbed an oreo off the counter. I had taken ONE bite, and only ONE bite. Suddenly, Katherine started crying.

I swallowed my bite of cookie and went back inside the girls' room. Katherine wanted to say good night to me once more. So I let her say good night to me, then I bent over and kissed her on the cheek. Katherine stopped crying and her head snapped up at me.

"Daddy?" she asked.

"Yes?" I said.

"What are you eating?"

How in the world did she smell ONE bite of cookie? The girls is a blood-hound for snacks.

Katherine enjoying some ice cream!

I am so proud of my girls.

This weekend we took the girls to Children's Fairyland for a birthday party. There was a kid-sized ferris wheel that the girls really wanted to ride. But they were a bit hesitant because it was their first "big" ride where they would have to ride without Mommy or Daddy.

But the great thing about having a twin sister is that you always have someone to help you be brave.

Here they are waiting in line:

Waiting for the Ferris Wheel

And then when their turn came to get on they had each other to lean on:

Safety in Numbers.

When they held hands, I was so proud of them!