I see a pattern developing. Clayton starts creating normal one-year-old mayhem. Justice, who should be old enough to stop doing this type of thing, instead of telling Mommy, decides that it looks like fun and joins forces with his little brother. Today it was powder. (I've had MUCH worse.) I found the them together, one with a bottle of baby powder and one with a bottle of medicated foot powder, giving the house a generous dusting. While I was vacuuming it up I came upon them together again: Justice spilling ham & potato soup on the floor (at least that one appeared to be an accident), and Clayton coloring all over with a marker. For the record, I did make Justice clean up the powder with a wet rag.
On another subject, what kind of commentary on my house / my ability to tune things out does this make: The other day, Lydia took a bath upstairs, and there were apparently no towels in that bathroom. She hollered and yelled and jumped up and down on the floor for at least five minutes before I paid her any notice. I heard the ruckus but was under the assumption that it was Ross and Mark playing.
Storytime: Breaking Bones - When I was in third grade, I wanted nothing more than to break a bone. I didn't care if it was a foot, leg, wrist, or arm--I just wanted an injury that wou...
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