Don't Ask, Don't Tell - Volume 20

A very common occurrence... laundry was done on Thursday. Just did it again this past Monday. Here is what I find:
Wyatt's Pile: 6 pairs of shorts, 7 t-shirts, 6 pairs of boxers, 4 pairs of socks
Henry's Pile: 1 pair of shorts, 2 t-shirts, 1 pair of boxers, 4 pairs of socks, 1 pj shirt

Don't Ask, Don't Tell - Volume 19

There was a day when I would have said nasty stuff like this would never happen to me. But then I had children and as they grow older, I come to the realization that I cannot keep track of everything. I usually discover it later.... Agghh... Oh well :) I'm actually impressed that the bib is sticking to the wall. And how long was the gum on the floor?? Who knows. At least it was on hardwood and not carpet!

Don't Ask, Don't Tell - Volume 18

This used to be in the dirt outside. Apparently, they found a better place for it.

Don't Ask, Don't Tell - Volume 17

 Any guesses as to what is going on here? This is taken right out my kitchen window. I suppose we need to re-visit the outdoor expectations for warm weather behavior.

Don't Ask Don't Tell - Volume 16

Met up with this guy the other day in the kitchen...

Don't Ask, Don't Tell - Volume 15

 Any guesses?

Don't Ask, Don't Tell - Volume 14

Sometimes (or a lot of times) I do stupid things. Like let a 3 year old use scissors... I think the problem is I assume him and Henry can do the same things. Wyatt communicates so well and I just lump him with Henry and move on. So, the other day, I let him use Henry's kid scissors (at least I didn't give him adult scissors!). I was at my laptop doing some work and noticed it had gotten a little quiet. I thought I should double check, so I peeked out and he is snipping his pajamas with the scissors. I wish I could have gotten a picture of him actually doing it. It would scare you. Please don't judge.

We had a good talk about how we use scissors... his privileges were removed (and if there were parent police, they would have removed mine too!), and we tucked the pj's away in his memory box. Of course, I told him we had to take a picture so Daddy could see what he had done. When I asked him what he was doing, he sheepishly looked at me and said, "I not know." Like... oh no... is this going to be good or bad? Is this really a 'Don't Ask Don't Tell' post when I'm the one who should be held responsible??

*asleep for his nap... finally* And don't worry, my safety patrol husband told me the lights weren't safe. We have made the necessary changes :)

Don't Ask Don't Tell - Volume 13

This is the cup I drink my water out of... this is a soldier in my cup. It literally made it to my lips. I guess you could say the soldier almost had the kiss of death... thankfully, he was rescued by my lips when I realized there was a foreign object in my water.

Don't Ask, Don't Tell - Volume 12

Henry has informed us this is his 'office'... the downstairs bathroom. The other day he had his backpack in there with a file folder. I guess he forgot his writing utensils when he 'went home' after work. A true male... don't all bathrooms become the men's 'office'???

Don't Ask, Don't Tell - Volume 11

Hmmm....

Don't Ask, Don't Tell - Volume 10

We have always said that Henry is our 'cautious' child. He is the rule-follower... He's never been overly curious, and actually, the times he's done the strangest things (like cover himself in hand soap) has been when he's with his friend, Anna. (Sorry Pam!) However, Wyatt is proving to be a different breed.
1. I laid him down for a nap the other day... I ran upstairs about 20 minutes later to grab something, and this is what I see in the laundry room. My new container of floss... completely unraveled along with the evidence that seals his fate.
2. I download pictures the other day and I find these interesting shots.
3. No pics to show b/c I didn't want to make light of this... but another day this week, I didn't even know he was up from his nap. I here something in the laundry room. So I look upstairs, and there is Wyatt with the container of bleach trying to unscrew the cap. It sits above the washer... I'm still trying to figure out how he got it. (I guess that is why these are labeled 'don't ask, don't tell.) He must have turned the laundry basket over and stood on top.
4. And yet ANOTHER day this week after his nap, I hear him calling my name at the top of the steps. He's whimpering and pointing his finger at me. I can't tell b/c of shadows what is on his finger, but it looks dark and something else is all marked all over his bare belly. THANKFULLY, it was not poop. It was a container of lipstick that he destroyed... stuffed his finger down it and rubbed it all over the tile floor and and his belly. Should have grabbed the camera, but I was sweating and already up and down the steps and I wasn't bound to make another trip down just to grab the camera!

*Amy Frederick, maybe we should find some nannies who can keep an eye on our kids :)

Don't Ask, Don't Tell - Volume 9

So I'm not really sure how this happened... they were playing outside, I was on the phone with my sister, I decided they could play in the water in the ditch (the weather was MUCH warmer than last time I let them do this!), they were laughing and having a great time... and then this. A literal face plant in the water... did Henry push him? Did he trip? At any rate, you would have thought he cut his arm off. Henry was trying to convince him that "it's not so bad Wyatt"... at least they got in a good 45 minutes of play time before it happened! It was actually a perfect time to move onto baths, dinner, and bedtime anyways! :)

Don't Ask, Don't Tell - Volume 8

I just bought these lovely organic gala apples. I gave someone in the house the responsibility of putting them in the fruit drawer this afternoon. Tonight, I went to grab Jonathan an apple for his lunch tomorrow. This is what I found...

Don't Ask, Don't Tell - Volume 7

Does this ever happen to you? I'll be excited to have a new stove someday... but for now, I'm stuck having surprises build up underneat the burner. This surprise happened to burn right before we had a huge church group over to our house -- and it smelled horrible!! I honestly have NO idea what it was... it just kept rising higher and higher. A mystery...

Don't Ask, Don't Tell - Volume 6

The 'blubber' escaped the other night... not sure how. I swear I sealed that ziploc tightly when I put it on top of the refrigerator... hmmm...

Don't Ask, Don't Tell - Volume 5

Never thought I'd be writing a 'Don't Ask Don't Tell' about an adult. Jonathan's classic line almost everyday is "Where's my glasses?" Well, on Saturday, he asked that question. We had just set up the tent he recv'd for his birthday. His parents and brother were visiting. At the end of the evening, Josh and Jonathan took down the tent. One of Jonathan's forte's (sp?) is fitting big things into small spaces. So as you can imagine, he rolled and stepped and squished the tent back into the nice small tent bag. Not long after, the glasses came up missing. Where were they??? In the small compartment inside of the tent. Oops... that was a very expensive mistake.