Strawberries anyone?

Lately when we go outside, Taylor has been finding these little berry/seed things that she calls "strawberries". She has a whole collection of them in her Barbie Jeep in the garage. The other day as we were loading up to go to town she ran out in the yard and I saw her stooping down and picking up something. She ran back to me and asked me if I wanted a strawberry. I said sure, go ahead and put them with the rest of your strawberries. As she she walking to the garage I noticed that these "strawberries" were bigger than the other ones. See the picture below.

Can you identify these "strawberries"? Take a closer look at the next picture....

If you still can't tell, well it's rabbit poop. Yup, our child picked up rabbit poop and called it strawberries. Well, at least she did not attempt to eat it. :)

Deja Vu...Sort Of

Taylor 12/22/05
Easton 5/5/08

The above picture is what greeted me the other day after I searched frantically for Easton all throughout the house. I turned my back for TWO minutes to drop some clothes in the dryer and he was gone! I headed first to our bedroom and looked around and noticed that the bathroom door was shut, so I thought surely he was not in there. I quickly surveyed the rest of the house and he was no where to be found. Seriously, how do you lose a 10 month old in your house? As I start to question my mothering abilities, I decided to retrace my steps. The second time I go into the bedroom I decide to check the bathroom. Wow, was I delighted to see Easton and then I remembered a similar scene with Taylor. I got the camera and snapped the shot and noticed that although the scene was very similar, Easton was not to be shown up by Taylor. As I got closer to him to clean up the mess, he frantically starts stuffing the little pieces of toilet paper in his mouth. Although this is clean and fresh toilet paper, I start to gag. It kind of reminds me of a cat that cleans themselves and then regurgitates a fur ball every now and then. Taylor was just satisfied with unrolling the roll and moving on to the next thing. Oh, how different they are from each other.