One of my children came to me and said "My nose is runnin' and won't stop!" That in and of itself is not bad. The fact that he was dripping blood on the floor was a bit of a problem. What was worse, is when I asked him why he had stuck his sucker stick up his nose (which is very clearly what he had done, you know, right after actually eating the sucker), he said "Because it needed to." Okay, makes sense, right?
Two of my children managed to steal about four cookies off the cookie sheet before they were baked today. The third one took four by himself (that would be my cookie monster, Sawyer). The husband's annual family reunion is tomorrow, so we did a bit of baking (and tasting apparently) this afternoon.
Josh had to lock the puppy in his room this morning, by closing the doggie door from the inside. Note, the reason had absolutely nothing to do with the puppy. It's to keep our newest escape artist from opening the door to Buster's room (with the child safety knob still in place) and then making his way outside to either walk on the stone path through the yard or to put all the pool toys into the (currently empty) kiddie pool. That's Sawyer's idea of a good time. You know, when he wakes up at 6 in the morning, like he did today.
My pickiest eater of all had not one or even two, but four and a half servings of green beans for dinner. That would be in addition to the large serving of white corn and the two servings of mandarin oranges and his entire sippy cup of milk. He also ate an entire chocolate chip cookie, this time actually baked. That would be this child, my skinny mini.
All totally random. All totally true.
