1. Our toddler, Screech Monkey, discovered how to open the doors just after we bought a kitten whom we'd prefer to trap inside and on the first level of the house only.

Why is it that when I really wanted her to learn how to open the doors she would not?  Rather, she would scream and throw a temper tantrum the minute she got to the door dividing our lower level to the entryway/stairs regardless if I was standing right on the other side or not.  Suddenly, the moment we get a kitten and actually had a need for that door she can open it multiple times a minute out of sheer pleasure of the accomplishment, unfazed by the frantic yells and screams as I try and keep the kitten caged.  Just as this new accomplishment is getting old she discovers the backdoor works the same way.  This is actually convenient because . . .

2. Squirrel Monkey has suddenly formed a sleep walking habit.

We heard the girl wake up and walk downstairs in the middle of our peaceful sleep.  We often joke about her because it never seems to fail; the minute we drift off she will awake and let out this long and dreadful whimper as she pitter patters as fast as her little feet will take her down to the toilet.  This happens almost like clockwork every night and it normally gives us a giggle.  This last time was void of the accompanying whimper, but upon her return to bed the whimper began in an additional state of panic.  She'd returned to bed and couldn't find her blanket and worst of all, she had to go pee.  Hmm . . . something just didn't add up.  While she went to the toilet we searched the house for her blanket which was hanging out around the open first level door.  Upon further inspection she'd also moved around some of the furniture (the cat slept through it, even when she was sleeping on the same chair which was moved)  So, we'll be keeping those doors locked now.  But this is not the only way she has amazed us lately.

3. It just so happened that the day my diaper dumping toddler decided to use her toilet training it was in the presence of her big sister, Squirrel Monkey. 

This is what we heard exclaimed from the lips of our overjoyed child after the incident.  Somehow the youngest let it be known that she required the use of her training toilet and the older thought it best to remove all lower articles of clothing along with the diaper.  What to her surprise, her little sister sat on that provided toilet and used it for more than just the liquid excrements.  She then proceeded to let the little sister run loose as she disposed of the little extras into the toilet, wiped it clean with toilet paper, and flushed.  Then they both proceeded to storm the room with huge smiles expecting cheers from the stands.  I knew I was putting off training that kid for a reason . . .