Here is a pic of the boys taken today....let's just say the day didn't start out this way though! Upon my usual morning ritual of lowering each boy out of his crib, everything was going A-okay until I got to Cole. "Poopy!" he says with a puzzled look on his face as he extends his little ET finger out to me. Yes indeedy, it was poopy! What started as a #2 headed too far north out the top of Cole's pajama bottoms quickly became a poopy finger painting masterpiece on the front of his pj top! I strategically whisked him away to the master bath for a clean up all the while avoiding the 360 degree potential poop encounter. Okay, so we're washing ALL the bedding today. Mason (aka Blankie Boy) actually handed me his prized possession to add to the wash as I dumped the remainder of the bedding into the wash machine. This was a first...blankie washing is usually so tricky to figure out how to get the nearly 2 hour process accomplished without anyone noticing anything missing. (Good thing Ryland has a nearly identical blankie to Mason's and he isn't nearly as obsessed with it!)
Soooooo....run upstairs to flip laundry. I should know by now if I ever want some good blogging material, just leave the triplets alone in a room for a few minutes. I come downstairs to find a bottle of water Cameron left on the kitchen counter emptied all over the toy box and wood floor below. Better yet, this green tissue parachute Cameron made in preschool was sitting in the middle of this puddle with green dye streaming out in every direction. Who's the culprit? Well, that would be Cole with the 2 matching bright green hands, giant green Ronald McDonald mouth, and now green finger painting all over his brand new shirt. I'm not sure if he was playing pat-a-cake with Ryland or what because it's all over Ryland's hands too. Happy St. Patty's Day!
Did I mention that when the laundry was done and I was pitting out as I wrestled with 3 mattresses struggling to stretch the fitted sheets over all 4 corners that the triplets broke out of the baby gate downstairs and made their way upstairs to observe my goings on?! (As if I might be up to some mischief too while not in their presence?!?) No biggie....let's just spend the next 15 minutes or so trying to corral everyone into the desired direction of the downstairs family room.
After reaching our desired destination once again, the triplets decided it was time to do laps around the kitchen island on the trikes again. The boys love to Fred Flintstone it around their make believe track....who needs pedals? Cole decided to change the routine up a bit by pushing the back of Mason's trike....that was sure to make the inevitable face plant that much more accelerated and painful.
Not to be outdone by his little brothers, Cameron continues to push the envelope on a daily basis. Does this shirt say it all or what? Anyone know of a good military school for 5 year olds...maybe a scared straight summer camp? I think we're in the market!! I bought Cameron a new glue stick the other day and he immediately whipped off the the cap and started sniffing it. "Mom, this smells really good!" he proudly exclaims. Grrreat....my 5 year old is already a glue sniffer!
So there it is, another day in the life. Come back again soon....if you're brave....VERY brave!!
1 comment:
I love the new blog! It is good to hear your stories of the boys (and all of the trouble they get into). I miss you!
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