"The BOMB Game" (according to Porter) in full effect!
aka- Cheerios all over the floor and little boys flying all over the room.
Objective: Not to jump on a "Bomb" (aka Cheerio)
Well lets just say that I think these guys like to play dead because there sure were a lot of "Bombs" that went off!
Luckily I can always count on Tav to help clean up!
So once I had the boys pick up the remaining intact Cheerios I sent them out of the room so I could vacuum up the remaining (smashed) mess. Needless to say they didn't venture too far to find something else to occupy their time. I walk back into the kitchen to find the boys pulling out all the "good" dishes to play with. (Of course not the Tupperware/plastic dishes that they frequently play with).
Why do we buy toys anyways?
Playing nice right? Wrong.
Day #2- 7:00am. The boys crawl out the dogie door. Flip the slide over to make a pretend Pirate Ship. We are just glad they didn't make little Tavy walk the plank!
Day #3- Phearson is eating string cheese, gags, chokes, and procedes to throw up all over kitchen floor. I attempt to clean it up while fighting off the dog from licking it up and Tav from putting his fingers in it. I start the bath water, assist Phearson in a few more last efforts to empty his stomach into the toilet. Turn around to find...
Tav sitting in the bath, fully dressed and with a poopy diaper! (He apparently decided today would be a great day to climb into the bath by himself for the first time!)
So.... I get Tav out of bath, empty the water, quickly wash down the tub, refill the bath, place Phearson in, get Tav undressed and clean up soggy poop, and place him into the bath with his brother.
Wheew!
Wash both boys, get Phearson out of the bath, throw on his hooded towel and send him off to run/dry. Get Tav out of the bath and get a diaper on him when...
There is yelling. Yelling from Porter. "Mom! Mom! He is stuck! Come fast!"
Sigh...
I follow Porter into the kitchen to find...
I admit... I laughed a little.
Day #4- 100 degrees outside. The boys were playing in the house, in the AC, trying to stay cool. Once again I am in the kitchen doing the dishes and I relunctly tell the boys it's ok to rip the pages out of an old magazine (since Tav had already started to do so). After all it's not hurting anything and it is keeping them busy. So with my back to the kids I continue to hear paper ripping and children laughing. No big deal right? They are having a blast. I finish the dishes and turn around to find...
Not just ONE ripped up magazine... but many! Papers flying, kids laughing, sliding and rolling in magazine pages!
(and that was WITH a pull-up on!)
