A few bizarre quirks- Mama.

Though we know the Turner kids are geniuses and the most beautiful boy and girl ever (in our opinion), that does not leave them without a few quirks.

Today, June insisted on wearing sunglasses from the moment she woke up- a la Dale Earnhart. She usually wears them upside down and gets mad when I turn them over too. But she got it right today.

After lunch, she switched sunglasses and insisted on coloring. I've never seen a kid love to color like she does. Right now, she's specializing in coloring eyes, ears, and page numbers.

The hardest to handle quirk of June's these days is that she insists on her socks being perfect at all time. She especially hates it when the seams in the toes sticks out even a tiny bit and will lay on the floor yelling "Sock! Sticky! Sock! Sticky!" Some of her socks are getting too small and the heel bump (for lack of a better term) will migrate down her foot, which is also a major source of drama. If I can't fix it on the first try, I've just resorted to taking her socks off entirely to avoid a fight. Luckily it's getting warmer.

Henry got to go to the store this weekend and pick out new shoes. We don't want him to look too dorky and his pale stick legs look goofy enough in shorts without having to compete with the fact that he normally wears dark socks and black tennis shoes (math teacher in the making!). I especially like this outfit because he looks like a basketball player and his one-size-up shoe almost looks proportional to the rest of him.

(June is still wearing the same size shoe (5) as 7 months ago. I have tons of completely adorable shoes for her (all 6s), but my kids feet just refuse to grow. At least Henry is still outpacing Andy down the street who wears a size 8 and turns 2 in June.)

Henry got in on the coloring action this afternoon too. It was great for me. I got to eat lunch and check my celebrity fashion blogs while they colored quietly. This particular page has taken Henry three days to color this much because every little piece has to be different. When he brings home art from school, I've noticed that half is very meticulously colored while the other half is scribbled blue. I think he usually runs out of time and has to finish his projects quickly.

Here's a close-up of that nasty nose scrape. It still makes me squeamish. I don't know how it didn't break.

Since I came down with a stomach bug a few weeks ago, Henry has been mysteriously experiencing stomach aches right before bedtime. Never during playtime or at school. just before he goes to bed. I think he caught sight of the Pepto Bismol I took and is dying to try some. Despite the fact I continually tell him I don't have any stomach medicine for kids, Henry suffers under the hope that repeatedly saying please will somehow sway me. We've been careful not to give in on any multiple "please" request, because we don't want to start that monster. But part of me wants to give him a swig of pepto, just to show him that not all medicine is delicious and bubble gum flavored like the ibuprofen he gets. One mouthful of that awful pink stuff might permanently cure him of ever wanting medicine again.

It's no secret that June would trade all of us for Dora the Explorer. I've been trying to get a good video of her reaction of pure joy when we turn on an episode. This isn't the best, but it does show her dancing and immediately running to the couch to pull up a blanket. (We're all blanket people now.) I think the growling is directed either at Swiper the Fox or the bull. She also loves some little guy called Tico and sings the Backpack song as "Dak dak, dak dak, dak dak." Honestly, I try not to get too involved because Dora gives me 24 minutes in which to shower and get things accomplished and it's also probably one of the top ten most annoying kids shows of all time. Sorry, Sadie and June.