Maybe it's just me, but it seems that the weekends fly by. It goes from one moment looking forward to getting out of work on Friday afternoon to bam it's Monday morning again. Sigh. Jordan calls the weekend home days. She doesn't get excited the way we do, but then again her work days aren't too bad. 
Not that we did anything exciting to speed this weekend along, but it seemed to fly by all the same. And for the record the kids naps are never long enough either. Well, that and Jordan doesn't nap for us. Apparently she is one of the first ones out at school, but here not so much. At least we have quiet time for the most part. Check back an entry or two though and you can see why that isn't always a good thing.
Jordan is very into pretend play. She loves to play house and has a wild imagination with things that happen in her "world." She takes care of babies, travels, and even rides on rockets. It can be very enterataining to watch and listen to. Here she is being a "mommy."
And of course the baby had to go for a walk.
And naturally this upset her little brother because he suddenly decided that he needed to play with that doll and that stroller. Because well, she had them of course. So after a little fit look who else had to take the baby for a walk.
Everything she does he has to do. She rides her bike, he wants on the trike (and don't get me started on how he wanted to peddle himself despite the fact that his legs aren't long enough). She wants to watch Little Mermaid (for the 100th? time), he wants to watch "Mermaid." Sigh. I don't know how long this will last and I don't know how long I can handle it sometimes. He wants to be so much bigger than he is and doesn't understand that he just isn't as big. Combine that with limited verbal skills and well you have what I fear is an early onset of the "terrible twos." The good news is that the surgery seems to have helped his hearing and he is starting to say more words, which hopefully will help him express his feelings in a manor other than screaming.