Starting the day with laughter:

On Addison:

I came down from my shower this morning to find Addison proud of himself.  "Money!  Money!" he said excitedly, while pulling me to the kitchen.  He had found Carter's bank, opened it, and enjoyed putting the coins back through the slot.  "Good job, Addison" I was thinking, until he pointed to the sink, where lied over $6 in coins, dumped into the disposal.  Guess we have a lesson about throwing money down the drain, though I thought that was just an expression.

On Carter:

Bless his heart, but truth be told we are still going through some potty training issues with going #2.  Talking to Carter about this again today, I asked him, "What are we going to do about this?"  He thought very carefully, and soon his face lit up with a completely logical solution, "Maybe if we just stop eating and don't have any food then we won't poop!" Riiiiiight!  "But Carter, our bodies need food to live."  His smile vanished quickly and his eyebrows furrowed in with deep concern and concentration.  "Oh...you're Riiiight! {long pause}  I guess we'll just have to try harder."

That's my boy..although all mommies who have potty trained might agree that his "stop eating" idea seems like a lot easier solution.

On the Parents:

I don't talk in my sleep.  And I'm a light enough sleeper that the peeps and sounds of kids gets me up and alert right away.  NOT SO on Sunday night.  It was so late when Steve got home from his weekend business trip that we fell asleep with barely a "hi" and "welcome home".  I was absolutely exhausted from a jam-packed weekend, and he was as well.  Sometime around 2 AM, my mom ears perked right up at the first sound of Addison crying in his room.  But my brain just wouldn't turn on right away.  And same for Steve.  We were with it enough to remember it all in the morning and just laughed and laughed during breakfast today.
Here's how our conversation went, yet do your best to hear it in tired, groggy, slurred voices with our eyes doing that can't-keep-them-open thing.

Me: Hey, that kid's crying

Steve : Which one?

Me: that one, the one that's crying.

S: Who is it?  Carter?

M: No, the little one, what's his name again?  
{yeah, I know!!  For some reason, all I could think was BRIAN, and I knew that wasn't right}

S: What? What's going on?

M: I don't know

And by now, Addison had fallen back asleep on his own.  We were very confused parents.