Charlie is asleep wearing his fourth outfit for the day. Wesley is in the exersaucer clad only in a diaper. Two potty accidents and then both of them "fell" totally by accident into the baby pool fully clothed (shoes too!). A grand total of FIVE OUTFITS BEFORE NOON. That's got to be some kind of record. Not that I mind the extra laundry or dirty kids, because that's not a big deal. It's the giant fight they both put up when I am changing their clothes that really makes me want to eat a whole tube of cookie dough. And the way Wesley makes a break for the dog food the second I put him down on the floor to change Charlie, who by all accounts would seem to have toddler PMS today. And THEN while Wesley was still wet, he crawled through the vegetable garden and turned himself into The Mud Man. And THEN Charlie took the three tomatoes I picked and asked him to put on the porch and threw them into the pool. After banging two of them together like cymbals first. Then Charlie, wearing his fourth outfit, decided to give himself a yogurt conditioning rinse. He managed not to destroy anything during the two minutes it took me to put Wesley in his crib for a nap but then dissolved into a puddle on the kitchen floor when it was his turn. Then tried to kick me as I carried him up the stairs.
Anyone want to join me for some pool water salsa? I might mix in the piece of mango I just stepped on in my last pair of clean socks. Yummy!