"Reese and Presley-isms"

So, I am loving the ages the girls are at. Yes, they are a handful, but they are also soooo funny. The things they say crack me up. Reese is so expressive when she tells her stories. She uses her hands to describe everything. She still tells me every day that "Mom!, Pwesley is scared of the choo-choo train". And every time she sees a plane, "Ohh, Sadie fwew away. To Missippi." She misses her best buddy so much. Daddy also "flies away", by the way. "Where daddy? She fwew away? To church?". I love how she comforts Presley when she is sad. She will rub her back and say, "oh, poor baby." And Presley, what a crack up that one is. The other day, she and Reese were fighting over something. I see Presley pinching Reese and I say, "Presley! No Pinching". She looks at me with her big innocent eyes and says, "But, she push "The Presley"." It was sooo funny. She always refers to herself in the third person. She is still a fashion diva. Yesterday she found a bag of winter clothes, and she kept bringing me articles of clothing to put on her. This is what she wore for her nap. A long sleeved shirt, covered by a wool sweater, covered by another wool button-up cardigan. Then she had her diaper, covered by Dora panties, covered by her bathing suit bottoms, covered by a skirt turned inside out. To top it off, she wore her striped socks. She refused to let me take anything off until it was time to go swimming later that afternoon. Such silly-willys. They are growing up so fast. Reese learned to ride her trike. She just started riding it down the street last saturday. Now we can't get her off of it. Presley is climbing all over the jungle gym at the park and is doing so well potty training. Pictures coming soon.