Over the past week or so Elijah has been going through a phase where he has been acting like a dog. Complete with barking, crawling on all fours, licking, panting, and sleeping on the floor. He has gotten Sam in on the action so I've had two little dogs running around the house. The other day they got themselves breakfast and had started licking it out of their bowls on the kitchen floor by the time I got to them.
Yesterday, though, the game changed and I am now the mother of two baby pigs. Elijah squeeks and squeals and Sam goes around saying "uck, uck" (his version of oink). Their beds are pig stys and their oatmeal is pig slop. Elijah was even acting like a pig at preschool yesterday.
I have some imaginative, silly little boys on my hands. They make life interesting and fun.