My sister Mandy and her husband Mark are trying to teach their 2 year-old daughter, Lexi, how to sleep in a big kids’ bed. I don’t question their determination, but I do question their sanity. Mark talks about the experience on his blog (my family is very modern … instead of talking, we just blog at each other):

I went upstairs to see how it was going and just in time…Mandy was getting tired of dealing with the girl. I take a different approach and lay down on the bed with her. She’s good for about 10 seconds, then she reaches over, grabs my nose and says, “Honk honk”. It’s very hard not to laugh when you know you shouldn’t encourage her.

On that note, my sister commented awhile ago that the only picture I’ve posted of my nephew is one in which he bears an uncanny resemblance to Winston Churchill. He is starting to fill out in his old age, and she suggested that I update the pictures for the three people who read my blog and may be interested in looking at pictures of adorable children who in no way resemble fat, alcoholic former Prime Ministers.

Noah.

For good measure, here’s Lexi. I believe her t-shirt reads “I’m the kitty. Meeeoowww.”