Cheese for Breakfast, Please.

So our *sweet* little Araleigh has decided that 5 a.m. Yes, thats right FIVE A.M. is now the appropriate time to wake up for the day. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?? Well, we are trying REAL hard to figure it out. So, since the Arnold family is running on hardly ANY sleep because of sick kids and this new child alarm clock set at 4-5 a.m. things are getting REAL TOUGH! So of course this morning, as usual, Araleigh comes trucking in at five in the A.M. and of course we are both snoring and slobbering from finally getting sleep (yes, it was the FIRST night Canden has slept through the night!!! whahoo!) and we are just PISSED and ready to roar at the world when she comes in bright and perky, ready to play and watch her movie. So Cory drags himself out of bed because she is throwing a fit that we don't get out of bed and he gets her juice and puts on her movie. Then apparently he tells her "don't come wake us up." Well, I'd have to say that she took it to heart because when I got up at 8 --- to the sweet singing of Araleigh coming from Canden's crib--- to which she had woken up and who knows how long been playing with him, I had soon to make a discovery. I opened Canden's door and she was singing at the top of her lungs for him as he was crawling everywhere on top of her-- it really was cute because I didn't wake up to crying children. She just went in and entertained him until I came it. Well I got them out and changed Canden and then I asked Araleigh what she wanted for breakfast. "UH, MOM! I ALREADY ATE BAKEFAST." (Araleigh stated like she was 15) "Well, what did you have?" I asked her. "I had cheese!" . . . "CHEESE?" I asked confused thinking she was just talking. "Yeah, mom Yedow cheese wit my geen knife-- I show you." and off we go to the fridge where she showed me the "YEDOW" cheese. Sure enough---- our brick of cheese was in the fridge door all open wide in the package. I turned around to "See Mommy, I use my geen knife!" as she went to the counter to show me her knife COVERED in cheese. I was a bit in awww so I pulled it out and discovered that she literally cut 1/4 of the brick (of course it is now covered in hair and all source of fibers and I'm not sure how they got there hahaha) and consumed it. Now lets hope she isn't constipated for the next week. haha. I now realized that my little girl is a little TOO INDEPENDENT for what THREE year old should be. Pouring her own juice (yes, I have caught her doing it 3 times and she hasn't spilled) and now CUTTING her own cheese when she is hungry. Who needs parents when your three? NOT HER! Seriously--- I DIED laughing. I am just SO GLAD that she couldn't get to the sharp knifes. HOW SCARY WOULD THAT BE. So now I am really nervous about her being by herself. . . getting her own "choice" of breakfast and just being her independent self. I seriously have the funniest kid. Now what to do with her to make sure she ISN'T too independent to hurt herself! Good times!