Dawson and Isabelle had a crazy Kung-Fu style wrestle-fest in the living room for about 30 minutes. How nobody got injured is beyond my knowledge, but they sure had fun!
Shortly after Scott was awakend this afternoon, Keats took it upon himself to steal upstairs and announce: "I'm not allowed to eat bananas because you asked mom for banana bread. Humph." He promptly left the room.
Abigail, who has been dealing with a terrible respiratory/sinus infection, hates having her face cleaned off. After finishing one de-boogering episode, she grabbed the cloth, threw it on the floor, stomped on it, and then walked away as fast as she could.
A couple of weeks ago, Scott and I had the dreadful task every parent faces at least once - trying to find the diaper that was apparently stinking up our bedroom. We looked everywhere and did find one in the trash in the bathroom. We proclaimed victory and assumed it was over. Nope. Turns out, that creature which awoke me at 5:30 am so many writings ago -- died. In the wall. There isn't much we can do other than wait for the decay process to pass the smelly stage. It should only be one week more. Eww.
Tucker lost his first tooth today. It's been loose for a while and very loose for over a week. But today, Dawson turned too quick and accidentally popped Tucker's mouth with his elbow. Tucker started to cry and then stopped almost immediately with a "Hey!" He fished around in his mouth for a second and then produced his finally out tooth! This one was a first for our family.
Aidan, who has been having nightmares, came in to my room last night where I was reading with the TV on a news channel for company. He plopped in bed, sat there for a moment, and then said, "Obviously you are not watching. Please change the channel."
Shelby, who has taken to reading with abandon this year (yippie!) came down exhausted one recent morning. When I asked her what had her so tired, she responded, "If people would quit writing such good books, I would sleep a lot better. Do we keep any bad books laying around the house?"
Dawson, who is our resident handy-man, asked me if there was anything which needed repairs around the house. I had let him know I didn't know of any, but I would keep my eyes open. Sure enough, we discovered a loose bolt on a chair and Dawson tightened it pretty quick. He walked through the dining room and kitchen and actually found quite a few loose or missing screws, all of which he took care of. Then he came to me and said (quite seriously): "Mom. I really think you need to ton down your activity. Most of the loose screws are on stuff you use a lot." Huh.
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