Messes

These little boys are good at making messes, especially the one on the left.  This was his not his first mess of the day.  Are you ready to see the first?  Brace yourself.  It was a doozy. 

Do you see all that white stuff.  Any guesses as to what it could be?

He managed to get it all over his room.

Have you figured out what it is?  Maybe I'll give you a hint.

It was first thing in the morning and he was getting dressed.

And he decided it would be great fun to throw his very full diaper all over the room, over and over again. 

He had an audience and they all thought it was hillarious to see the diaper explode everytime it hit something.  Silly me, I thought it was so cute they were all laughing together.

It was everywhere.

Even the ceiling.  Disgusting.  Have you ever tried to clean that stuff up?  It's not dry.  It's all gelly and gross.  I ended up just vacuuming it because I couldn't figure out how else to clean it up.  It took a while

Tyler didn't make this next mess, and the picture really doesn't do it justice, since I'd already cleaned up a bunch of it.  The kids were downstairs playing a game.  They pulled a bucket out of the laundry room to sit on.  In their hurry to run outside, the bucket got tipped.  That bucket was half full of laundry detergent and the lid was not on tight. 

Fortunately, it was homemade laundry detergent, so it didn't cost very much.  It made a huge mess though.  It took a few days to dry too. 

See these two stools?  What about them, you say?

One is slightly taller than the other.  I have two "big" ones and two "little" ones.

We've had these for years and had no problems.  Then my nephew had to point out the difference.  Now at every meal (my little kids mostly eat at the counter since the table is usually covered with their "art projects") there is an argument about who gets to sit on the big stools.  I know you're jealous. 

Artwork

Yesterday Chloe traced her hand for me.   

Then she traced her hand for Lance.

Tyler was busy practicing to be the next great artist,

on four different walls.  (He even practiced on the tops of four stools, but I didn't get pictures of those.)

Apparently he didn't want me to forget the time last year he practiced with permanent marker.

Chloe and Mia have been loving knowing how to write their names.  Chloe personalized her pillowcase. 

Mia personalized her bed.  (Sorry, the name's a little blurry.)

Mia's even been writing Tyler's name too.  This is a pack n' play that really isn't even mine.  (Sorry Jacob.  Although, I doubt he'll need it anytime soon, unless anyone knows a great single lady waiting for her Mr. Right.)

And, are you ready for this?  On the backseat of our van on our nice leather seats, twice even, with hearts.  Isn't it precious?  (So far I've tried WD-40.  No luck.  Magic Eraser will be next.)

In unrelated news, Isaac learned how to climb the gross pink carpet stairs today.  (Someday we'll be getting that carpet replaced.)  I'm not really excited about that.  I'll have to invest in another gate until he learns how to come down without major incident.

A Day in My Life

It's so fun being a mom.  Let me just share a few priceless moments from my life yesterday.

Tyler-  "Mom, what are you doing?"
Me-  "Loading the dishwasher.  What're you doing?"  (Don't you think that should be a word, since that's really how I said it.)
Tyler-  "Cutting my finger off."

He wasn't kidding either.  He had a pair of scissors and was really trying to cut his finger.  I guess it's a good thing I didn't let my little brother talk me into that pair of Cutco scissors.  I'm pretty sure we'd've (that should be a word too, right?) made a trip to the doctor for some stitches.

We took Mia to gymnastics for the first time yesterday.  I had the stroller, so we had to use the elevator to go upstairs to watch her.  On the way down, Chloe wanted to push the down arrow button.  It wasn't her turn (since I had four other kids with me) so I didn't let her.  She cried and screamed for about an hour after that because she "wanted to push the down button."  About halfway through she forgot which button it was and it switched to the "up" button. 

After school, Mia brought me an apple. 

She asked me to take the stem off.  So I did.

I gave it back to her.  She yelled, "Mom, you always do that."  I asked her very patiently, "I always do what?"  She responded very impatiently, "You leave a piece of the stem in."  I told her that's as best I could do.  Because of that horrible piece of stem, she refused to eat it. 

At bedtime Brady came upstairs and demanded "Mom, you better have the soap dispenser in my bathroom full by tomorrow morning."  Nice, huh.  With a little bit of shock, I suggested he could probably fill it himself with the soap under the sink in the bathroom. 

Isaac was his normal cheery, patient self.  He's been getting molars, and he hasn't even been grumpy.  Thank goodness for babies.