Apparently I just don't understand...

Many times on the weekends the girls drive me to the end of my sanity. On one such Saturday we were in the car and the girls were fighting- they seem to know just how to push each other's buttons- and I asked them "Why do you two have to fight all the time!!!"

Morgan's response was "But Mommy, we are sisters."

So that must be the reason I cannot understand why they feel the need to pick on each other all the time. It must be a gene you get when you have a sister or brother and since Greg and I are both only children we are missing that gene.

I'm glad Morgan filled me in on that piece of information.

Up, up and away!

Elizabeth has a thing with balloons. Since it is such a different attitude then her sister I thought I would capture her balloon story last night and share it. I have been out of town and so last night I didn't really want to cook and there wasn't really much in the refrigerator so we went out. We went to one of our favorite places and while we were there Morgan walked into a table and bumped her head. She was fine- don't worry, but being the wonderfully dramatic child both she and her sister milked the situation for all it was worth. They left the restaurant with Skittles and balloons. They were lucky enough to get the balloons early on in the meal so they played with them the whole time we were there.

When it was time to leave we tied them to their wrists and headed home. Ever since I can remember, Morgan has always wanted to keep her balloon as long as possible. Elizabeth on the other hand must think that balloons are living a captured life when they are tied to your wrist, because she always (and I mean always) lets them go once we get home. So last night was no different.

We made it home and walked out to the front sidewalk so Elizabeth could let her balloon go. She always gets pretty excited about it too.

She very gracefully lets it go and then we have to watch the balloon until we can't see it anymore. I'm not sure what we would do if the balloon got hung up in a tree or something- but luckily this has never happened (at least while we were watching it).

So we waited and watched...

And watched....

And waited some more until it got so far away it was only a little pink speck.

Morgan on the other hand held her balloon very tightly and took it inside to play with it. This morning her balloon was still inflated and floating around the house. We will more then likely keep it until it has virtually no air and we sneak it into the trash can. I'm not really sure what this means about their personalities but I always thinks it is interesting when they feel completely different about things.