Children are always changing. That is so true of Emma. She has started to like showers. She used to hate them. Now she asks me to shower about three times a day. She gets in  and washes herself all by herself. It is kinda nice. I used to just plop Ashton in the tub with her but the last time she pointed as his crotch, giggled, and said he had "boy bumps." Well, no more emergency bathing together but I can't stop her from looking when I change diapers. It is just so funny that she is starting to really notice all kinds of things, like what day of the week it is, that I am too big to wear her shoes, or that Ashton is in trouble. She often goes and gets him herself when he is heading into the bathroom or getting into my purse. She is a cute big sister. And I think she likes it when he gets into trouble, it makes her feel like she isn't the only one who has to have time-outs. She even chases him around the house and says "I'm gonna git ya" and he laughs and tries to crawl away. Today we held a pony boutique. I did the pony's hair and she picked out their outfits, then they all lined up and entered the castle. Meanwhile Ash smashed whaterver he could and tried to take off the pony's cloths when we weren't looking. Ashton is busy helping us remodel the house. He pulled down a little table so that went into storage. He is so tall that he could reach our TV with a long toy so that got moved and the computer desk is next. All the bar stools have been moved to the closet because he pulls them over onto himself. We had to get a stronger baby gate that bolts into the wall because the regular one is not strong enough, and he can stand and fall out of the tub. He is one crazy active boy - I call him Ashtonzilla.  Sometimes I swear his motto is "Destroy, Destroy!"