This morning

Last night at 2 am we woke up to H shrieking bloody murder. Like, "oh my god, I'm being stabbed" shrieks and howls. I ran down the hall and burst into the room to find A reaching into to H's crib grabbing at his face. She was crying too, and saying, "I need that paci! I need that paci!" Seems that she lost hers in the middle of the night and decided to grab one out of H's mouth. Poor baby was just lying there sleeping when his sister's predatory little arm comes through the crib and grabs at him trying to get his paci. Meanwhile I jumped out of bed so quickly, and my heart was racing so fast I thought I was going to pass out.

In more funny news: this morning A was screaming "No!" about something with such force that she farted. This cracked her up so she experimented for the next few minutes by screaming "No!" over and over and trying to push a fart out. So imagine my sweet little girl yelling a big "No!" while half squatting, making a poop face and then falling into a fit of giggles. Over and over and over again. Awesome, right?