It's bittersweet: the quiet and my kids. I like it. I enjoy it every now and then, but I always end up paying for it if it's quiet and they are awake. I was at the computer (bad move, in retrospect). Jaggar had walked into the kitchen. I KNEW he was in the kitchen (which is about 10 feet from where I was), and I also knew that I had cleaned up so there wasn't anything he could get into...or so I thought. Then Sage walked into the kitchen and gasped, "Mommy! LOOK!" Sigh...I walked in and it looked like an oreo cookie had exploded. Only it wasn't oreo cookie...it was dirt. WET dirt at that. Sage had moved a plant from the counter to the table because "it needed sun." Coincidentally, Jaggar learned how to climb up into the kitchen chairs yesterday. It was a bad combination. On the other hand, he was having a BLAST and threw a fit when I took him from his fun.
See that lovely stuff all over his face?
He's making his way back to the scene of the crime.
This is only the half of it.
See him back for more fun? Plant: 0 Jaggar: 1
Then I confined him to his high chair so that I could clean up the fun.
As you can see, he was really sorry for what he did.
He's making his way back to the scene of the crime.
This is only the half of it.
See him back for more fun? Plant: 0 Jaggar: 1
Then I confined him to his high chair so that I could clean up the fun.
As you can see, he was really sorry for what he did.
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Jagger is all boy, that's for sure!
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