The boys love to hang in the kitchen helper when I’m working in the kitchen. They like to help me make dinner, play with my laptop that lives on the kitchen counter, and get into whatever happens to be lying around on the counters. The problem is there is only one kitchen helper and one laptop, so often there are some “lively discussions” (aka screaming) between the two of them about who gets control. See the below photos from William’s perspective.

Ahhh…Mommy’s laptop.  SCORE!

No, I want it. It’s all MINE!

See, here is my mean face. Back off Miguel, it’s mine.

William 1. Miguel 0.

Hear the angels singing! I. must. have. control.

Oh, wait just a second. You have a snack. I want your snack. Feed me!

See, I’m the baby. I get what I want or I scream.

In other news, Miguel is pretty much completely pee pee potty trained. He won’t even hear of pooping on the potty, and, believe me, I’ve bribed with just about everything I can think of, including the forbidden iphone. It’s a no go. I know he will do it in his own time and won’t go to kindergarten pooping in a diaper, at least that’s what I tell myself. Probably a bit more than you wanted to know, but oh well.

Miguel is starting to show an interest in writing letters and is sight reading so many words. He is a pro at the Memory Game, can rhyme with the best of them, and is in love with Toy Story.

William is hitting his stride with the whole I-am-almost-two-years-old-look-at-me-throw-a-temper-tantrum business. He is fiercely independent and completely goofy. He rarely cuddles unless it was his idea, and is all about being on the move. He is Miguel’s best audience and thinks he can do anything and everything his big brother does.