Pickles and kittens

Kids are great. Growing like weeds. funnier than ever. And as they get bigger, funnier, louder and smarter, I see how different the two personalities are. Morgan, to describe her current dispostion on life, is, well, a little sensitive. She used to eat anything we gave her. She now has very specific things like, no chicken fingers some days. She wants a hamburger if we go out to eat. And NO PICKLES. God forbid it! She likes her honey mustard and wont eat mushrooms anymore. She isn't a fan of milk, but she likes water.She also beggggged for a cat. We FINALLY got her a kitten after about 10 months. She wants it from a distance. Any closer and she freaks. Eh. To each his own. She's healthy, and eats plenty, she just likes what she likes. If you look at her wrong, she cries. If you knock her by accident, she cries. If you tell her most anything that she disagree's with, she cries. Then there is little sister Maddison who loves kitty and thinks it's the best thing in the world to chase, catch and love on. She is picky, but not that picky. She is very possesive over her cheerio's though. Very. She lives for her milk. And if you knock her by accident, she giggles, and then comes after you like you wanted to play. She cries. When you don't give her what she wants and she can't get to it herself. They have similarites, like sleeping. They wake early. And tire early. But they don't go to bed as early as the should, because normally it's before dinner time :). But when it's time for bed, they dont argue. No crying (most of the time), just sleeping. They know they have an early morning of screaming at mamma to wake. I just keep thinking to myself- it's not going to always be like this. One day, I'll have 2 TEENAGERS. Then I smile, and love the crying over pickles on a hamburger :)