Sometimes, you just don’t know how long you’re going to be.
One of the boys is clearly a very forward thinking child.
It’s good to keep hydrated – even better to keep a 1:1 ratio.
At any age a boy just needs some quiet time away from his brothers, I get it. Snacks help.
I’m afraid to check the contents of that drink box. It’s still sitting there.
Was the call of nature so intense that he couldn’t leave the drink in the kitchen?
All these thoughts and more raced through my mind. Your turn – explain.
Don’t worry, I’m just going to close my eyes for a minute. What’s the worst thing that could happen to unsupervised children on the zip line?
Hey! Kids, wait your turn, no pushi—zzzzz.
Welp, the results for the 3rd Annual Blogging All-Star Challenge are in.
It was an honour to be nominated. We really gave it 110%. At the end of the day, that’s all anyone can ask, right? RIGHT?!
(click on the link and check out some really great writers. A big thanks to Rob and Ricky – for real).
Hey. Yeah, I see you there, looking at me. What’s up?
I know I don’t live here. You’ve made your anti-pet policy perfectly clear, but you know what? I like your porch and on your porch I will stay.
About that policy. What’s wrong with a pet or two? Word in the neighbourhood is that you already have like 10 kids living here, so what’s one little cat added to the mix?
Oh, you’re “allergic”. Got it. Ever heard of antihistamines? They were made just for that ailment. Start stocking up, they’re on sale at Walmart this week.
Don’t even try using the “we can’t afford to feed a cat” excuse. Do you see how scrawny I am? I’ll just eat whatever falls on the floor. We both know your kids are messy eaters.
I know your not-so-secret fear of mice. I’m sure we can come up with a mutally beneficial arrangement.
Come on, everyone gets a little itchy now and then. YOU scratch behind your ear, but that doesn’t mean YOU have fleas. Give a cat a chance.
The bald patch on my tail is nothing to concern yourself with, and frankly, I’d rather not talk about it. Let’s just say that sometimes a cat has to take a stand and we’ll leave it at that.
What? This? Oh, this catnip isn’t mine – I’m just holding it for a friend.
Now, let’s talk accommodations…
Oh, so sweet. Look at that little toddler sitting there. Adorable.
Do not be deceived.
Sure, he looks so innocent with his chubby little hands in his lap. But behind those wide eyes lies a cunning little mind hatching all kinds of plans for mayhem.
Don’t be silly, I know he isn’t saying full sentences yet, but I know. Trust me.
In less than two years, he has learned the “I’m not touching you” manoeuvre. A recent addition to his repertoire is the tried and true “I didn’t actually knock your block tower down, but the block I am holding might have been involved” technique.
What has that got to do with this picture, you ask?
On this particular morning, he was irritated with his 5 year old brother’s redirection and threw his plastic bridge across the room.
“No throwing,” I said.
“No,” he replied and promptly put himself on the step for a penalty. Misbehaved AND removed sibling’s chance at retribution all in one move. That kid is an evil genius.