Two minutes of crazy chickens

BAM, fall down... grunt, get up, toddle, toddle, toddle, BAM, fall down... grunt, get up, toddle, toddle, toddle...
Inspect the wooden orange, put the squeaky hot dog in my mouth... "Is this a dog toy masquerading as kid toy food?" 
Toddle, toddle, toddle, "Look at these cars!  Brrrrrr..."  Slobber....  "Mmmm these cars taste good.  Metallic." 
Toddle, toddle, toddle... "Let's go see what Mommy is up to in the kitchen."  Push both musical fridge toys.  Open my cupboard.  "Mmmmm, a yogurt lid.  A bottle that rattles.  Is that my picture on it?" I think I'll flip in around in my hands.
Toddle, toddle, toddle, "I hear my brother.  Maybe he'll let me play with his trains."  Toddle, BAM, fall down... grunt, get up, toddle, toddle.  "Look!  A red caboose!  I know that one tastes good!"  
Wail, flail, throw myself back on the floor.  "Why does he always take that red caboose out of my hands?"  Kick my legs, arch my back, wail, cry big fat alligator tears.  
Ahh, there's my mommy.  I know she'll pick me up!




"Mommy, can I help you?  Can I get my stool out?"  Unh, I wanted to help... She said maybe my trains will be fun.  No, first I'll sit and look at this activity cube.  Zoom, the beads go along these long things.  What are those called?  "Mommy, what are these long things called?"  Wires.  Zoom, the beads go along these wires.  
What is that rattling noise?  Oh, that's my little sister with her treasure box in the kitchen.  I like that white cup thing that's in it maybe I'll go play... wait, my trains.
I'll hook Thomas and Percy up together because they're best friends.  These other ones go in a line over here.  Does it ever rain on my trains?  "Mommy, will it rain on these trains?"  They aren't outside and it only rains outside.  Maybe I can give my trains a bath and then they'll get wet and I'll dry them off and then I'll bring them back out and hook them up together and they'll go really fast on this big hill that Papi built with my train tracks.
"NOOOOO!  Give me that red one back!"  I have to take that back out of her hands.  No, no.  
Uh oh.  She's having a fit.  Why does she always do that by my trains?  




Finish clearing off the table, rinse all the goop off, I can't forget to write dish soap on the grocery list.  Where is Little Lady?  With the play food.  I love hearing her babble and chatter so much these days. I swear she was saying "this" yesterday. "No, I'm just going to wash a few dishes quick.  I'm not cooking.  Maybe you can play with Thomas."  I wonder if we can squeeze in a walk before nap time.  Oh, I can't forget to check my work email and I need to remember to find a pair of shoes for Little Lady.  "Those are called wires".  Ugh, I hate when I drop the dish glove in the water and it's wet inside now.  I wonder if I will always be able to hum these musical toy tunes like I can now... I have their order memorized.  "She'll be comin' round the mountain" is next.  Ha!  I was right.  "No, it won't rain inside our house and your trains are inside."  Ack, I have that last load of laundry ready to come out of the dryer.  That reminds me, I need to wash diapers tonight.  Whoop, and I have to get that birthday card in the mail.  Take the gloves off, jot a note on the fridge board.  Gloves back on.  How did we use so many butter knives today?  If we can't go on a long walk, maybe we'll dash over to the library.  Did we return the last books we checked out there?  It's so nice to have the library right across the street.  I wonder if little children in other countries are able to go to public libraries like we have with all the great children's programs.  I should look that up.  I don't remember seeing a lot of public libraries in Spain but I guess I wasn't looking.  Uh oh, she's gone.  Oh, with Mini Me.  "Can you give her one train to use, please?"  He took his dishes to the counter after lunch without even being asked and he helped clear the rest, too, so maybe the sharing will follow suit today.  "Nooo!" A wail.  Off come the dish washing gloves, loud begins the tantrum, out comes the patience.  Sometimes you'd think this house was full of a bunch of crazy chickens clucking around in frantic chaos.