Yeah, those are marshmallows...

Were you also wondering if this picture was taken 15 minutes before dinner? If so, you would be right. Can you guess who didn't each much of his chicken tacos last night?

There are no appropriate words...

Well, except maybe "No!"

(Yeah, that's a dog bone.  We like to share around here.)

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"Quiet" Water Play

I've heard this term but it means nothing to me.  First of all, with two little boys there is no such thing as quiet as long as they are awake.  I've come to terms with that.  My house is and will continue to be noisy as long as they live here.  And there is certainly no chance of them being quiet while playing with water.  So, was I dumb enough to try to get them to have some "quiet water play"?  No, I was dumb enough to let them play for 30 minutes without checking on them while hearing only hysterical laughing.  

Together playtime with the two of them usually involves a great deal of screaming and toy snatching so when I could hear them laughing I thought to myself, "Wow.  They must really be growing up.  How nice that they aren't fighting."  What I should have been thinking was, "Wait a second!  They aren't fighting so they must be conspiring against me!"  But no, I continued to clean the kitchen and prepare dinner in my blissful ignorance - for 30 minutes.  A lot can happen in 30 minutes, believe me.

I had gated off the hallway and left both of their doors open so that they could go back and forth and play in either room.  They usually play well this way.  I closed the doors to the bathroom and the guest bedroom so that Luke couldn't get into either one.  Mark has never really been interested in playing in them, so no big deal.  Uh, yeah.  Until yesterday.  

From best I can determine, Mark opened the bathroom door and started playing in the sink.  He probably spilled some water and Luke laughed.  He did it again to make Luke laugh - again.  This continued until the entire bathroom floor was covered in water and both boys were soaked.  I think they mainly got soaked from trying to walk on the slippery bathroom floor and falling into the puddles of water.  There was also hand soap involved in some way because there was a lot gone from the pump and a little on the counter.  I asked Mark if he played with the soap a little too.  He said, "No, Mommy, I played with it a lot."   Gotta love honesty.  

And, as any good blogger, I grabbed my camera instead a towel.  I figured the boys and the floor were already wet.  What's a few more minutes?  I might as well get some good proof!  

Uh oh!  We've been caught!

Mark falls and Luke starts back into the bathroom...

Luke falls over...

Mark tries to walk toward Luke and they both fall into each other...

Mark gets sidetracked from dressing...

Can you see how soaked Luke's pants are?

Heard Today...

"Mark, don't do that. You could fall."
"If I fall I won't feel sorry for myself."

"I need my hammer to watch Bob."
(And apparently he doesn't need his pants.)

"Whoa. Hammering is hard work."

In the car we saw a "monster" truck with big tires and had a conversation about it. We then saw a regular pickup and I said, "Look, that truck has regular tires." "No, I think they are soy tires."

He got a sucker from the clerk in a store and when he finished he asked for a washrag to wash his hands. I told him I didn't have one and he could have a baby wipe. He thinks about it for a minute and says, "I would like a big boy wipe."

Mark and Luke each had a train while we were in Target. I look over a few minutes later and Mark is holding both trains. I tell him to give Luke back his train or he will have to give me both of them. He hands Luke the train and says, "Here Lukie. I didn't mean to take your train. It wasn't my fault."

Lastly, I think my poor conversation habits are being passed along to Mark. We saw a horse trailer and talked about the horses. I said, "Mark! I think there were like 4 horses in there!" He calmly said, "No, there were like 5 horses."