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Our boys like me and my husband. I can say this with great confidence because every night as I close my eyes I am most certain there are only two bodies in our bed. Yet without fail when I open my eyes  in the morning sunlit bedroom there are three or four bodies in my bed and usually the pint sized humans will have their feet with dirty toes inches from my head. I'm glad I'm so well liked but it would be nice to say good morning to my children as I pass by them in the hallway out to the kitchen  drink my first cup of coffee.

About a month ago my three-year-old very early in the morning wakes up my husband and very matter of fact states, "Tim has a fingernail!" And logically the first question my husband asks is, "Who is Tim?" My three-year-old gave a look that said, "Are you seriously asking me that question?" And then held up his pointer finger and stated, "MY FINGER."

My three-year-old has now named the pointer finger on his opposite hand Minnen. Daily I will hear of how his fingers are doing and the adventures they go on together. But I'd have to say being inside of my three-year-olds nostrils is one their favorite past time.

Raisins are one of the very few foods my three-year-old does not like. He asks often, "Are there raisins in that?" "No buddy there are no raisins in your slice of pizza." Although one morning I did hand him a granola bar and he asked his famous question and I might of lied a bit and said, "No." There were only pieces of died apricot which there were along side the chopped up pieces of raisins. A few minutes later my three-year-old hands back the granola bar and says, "Mama I really like this granola bar but Tim and Minnen do not they say it's too sticky and is sticking to them too much."