Oh, What a Day!

You know how when you try and do too many things at once, nothing gets done very well?   In a rush to get the flower beds ready for the imminent mulch delivery, I worked diligently in the yard while the boys played on the deck.  Keeping them somewhat in my sight and within earshot, I weeded and edged like a madwoman.  Pleased with the results as only a type A firstborn can be, I was admiring my handiwork when I heard Sam's maniacal laugh coming from behind the house.  I took off at a run when I heard him yell the words, "Yucky Jack, yucky!"  What I found was a supremely satisfied little mud baby, having turned a flower pot that doesn't drain very well into his own black splash fountain.  The results are recorded below for posterity.  Stripped bare and subjected to a spontaneous bath in a bucket, Jack remained giggly and unrepentant about the whole incident. Be sure to read on to find out what they did inside while I cleaned the mess off the deck, it was one of those days.

The Rice Incident

Here is what happens when you leave the kids alone for one minute while you clean up the enormous mess they made playing in the mud outside.  Yes, that is rice on the floor.  Yes, rice is very hard to sweep up on tile.  Yes, both boys were very offended that I banished them from the kitchen while I cleaned up their latest mess.   Grrrrrrr......

A Graduation...Of sorts

June is high season for graduations and commencements, and here at the Padhouse we have experienced our own "moving on" ceremony.  With not much pomp and circumstance, our Sam has graduated to the wide world of Big boy Beds!  After much discussion with Sam about big boy beds, and the promise that the new bed would have choo choo's on it, we disassembled the crib (surprisingly emotional for mom) and set up the new bed.  Sam got his negotiated choo choo's in the form of sheets, and a very manly patchwork quilt covers them quite nicely.  The first night was a bit tense for Mom and Dad as they put Sam to bed as usual and then sat stiffly in the living room waiting for him to come out.  After about 45 minutes of this sitting, it became clear that Sam had actually just fallen asleep.  Over two weeks later, the Champ is doing great!  We don't think that he's realized that he can come out anytime he wants, and it's nothing that we'd like for him to discover anytime soon.  While he and Jack climb in and out of the new bed all day long, Sam waits patiently in the mornings and after naps for someone to come and get him.  While we are not dense enough to think this will last forever, we are quite happy with the transition so far.  Sleep on, dear Sam!