The girls are growing up, there is no doubt.
Big A, at 5, seems to have finally developed an interest in the opposite sex. At least pictures of them in a book anyways.
The book on reproduction we bought her last year gets circulated through the pile of before bed readings. We've read it a few times lately and she always wants to read the same page: the penis page.
Last time I rebelled because I despise reading the same things over and over, even reading about how penises work. And I like penises just as much as the next heterosexual woman! "No not that page again," I told her, "I'm sick of that page, why do we always have to read that page?" She smiled, "I like penises...they're interesting." We'll I can't disagree really.
Little A moved into a "big girl" bed last weekend and we gave away her crib. Incidently, the folks who were first to ask for it when I posted it "available for free" on Craigslist drove up in a Mercedes to pick it up. Huh? I think next time we'll donate it directly to a women's shelter or something.
I was worried that my little mischievous imp would find trouble with her new freedom. Apparently I had reason to worry. Unlike Big A, who took months to figure out she could get in and out of her bed herself, Little A understood this right off the bat. She also figured out a day or two later how to open her door, which made for some challenging bed times. Hey, who wants to sleep, when you can play??
So Adam and I thought we had her beat when we installed the child-proofer door handle thingy. Ha! She figured out that thing in about 2 seconds flat! What now, do we put her in a straight jacket? Handcuff her to the bedpost? You know I'm kidding of course! But putting lock on the OUTSIDE of her door may be something to think about...