All in a Day's Work

I know you've been hankering for a toddler antics story.  Well, here you are: 

All these events happened while Silas and I were playing ONE round of the game, Zingo (right next to the kitchen where all the dirty work occurred, mind you):

Judah got a hold of my empty mug, ripped open and spilled the contents of two teabags.

He then pulled a footstool over to the pantry and opened a container of baby food.

Spilled baby food all over the floor.

Went to the laundry room and got a couple towels and cleaned up the baby food.

Returned to the pantry and proceeded to move a bunch of canned goods over to the counter where he then stacked them into a tower.

Am I exaggerating when I say I have a busy kid?

Brotherly Love

Little did I know how fitting those costumes were...

In this evening's post on Myopenfridge.com, I may have mentioned that I was tempted to put my kids in a sled (seeing as we're supposed to have snow overnight tonight) and give them a hearty push down the street to see how far they make it.  Before you judge me, please know that in recent days, I do believe I have been pushed to my limit and not without just cause. 

Case in point:
Last Thursday.

I thought it would be nice to treat the boys to lunch out after my Bible study and before we ran a few errands.  I was wrong.  It was a terrible idea.  In the hour that we were there, I had four interactions with complete strangers where I was asked/told these things:


"Do you need any help?"
"Do you have this much patience at home?  Because you have a lot of patience right now!"
"I know what you're going through, I had four of my own."
and
"My, you really have your hands full!!!"


All the while, my elder son asking me: "Am I being the good one right now, Mom? Am I?  Am I?"


The next night, we had needed to make a quick trip to Target and the boys really wanted to sit in one of those extra-large, beasts of a cart that has the two little plastic seats on a platform in between the handles and the basket of the cart.  The Little One started grabbing the Elder by the face, dug in with his little dinosaur claws (how is it that kids' nails grow so quickly?) and fiercely holding on which caused Older Brother to start shrieking at the top of his lungs and making a scene. 


I don't have children, I think somehow I managed to give birth to wild animals. 


We spent the remainder of our Target trip with me hunched over the handle bar of the cart, forcing each kid back in his respective corner and hissing "Keep your hands to yourselves.  Hands to yourselves!!!"


I'm sure everyone who has siblings has plenty of stories of the trouble they have caused each other.  I have a feeling with my children, the sibling fun has just begun.