And Then He Did This... and This... and This

Last night I walked into my "freshly swept and mopped about an hour ago" kitchen and found this.

He's been waiting a long time to get his chance at cracking eggs. He is so fascinated with them every time Virgil brings them in from the barn. He wants to carry them into the kitchen and put them in the box all by himself. Well last night Wash brought them in and got a carton out of the fridge to put them in. Unfortunately the box was full so he brought the fresh eggs back to the other end of the house leaving Harrison to a delightful, ooey, gooey project. I can only imagine his glee.

After I cleaned them up Virgil took them out for me and accidentally did this. It just seemed fitting. From barn, to kitchen, to sidewalk: a full tour of the ranch.

Then I found him today working on a beauty make-over. Mary's play lipstick on his hands, hair, clothes, the sink and every where else. Trust me, if you've never tried to wipe off that little girl, dollar store lip gloss, it's pretty tough. I've heard they are comparable to "Lancome Ultimate Lasting Full Color Lipshine". I don't even want to know what it's made of.

This is what was left of it.

And the applicator brush down the sink. Momma's not too sad and Mary doesn't know it yet.

And a few weeks ago when I was working on this supper for the school sale, I slipped into the shower hoping for a little peace and quiet when Mary dutifully informed me...

"...Harrison is on the counter sticking his fingers in your pies and shlecking (licking) them.

Now just in case I have permanently scared off any potential babysitters, he can be sweet as a rose too. In fact even in the midst of his mischief he always has a smile on his face. It's hard to scold him, a lot easier to run for the camera.

Never Ignore the Sound of Running Water

I was in the kitchen trying to get some sewing done when I heard the kids playing in the bathroom. I especially noticed the sound of the bathroom sink running. No big deal I thought. A little water on the floor is a small price to pay for 15 more minutes of sewing without interruption. After a while M and W came out and I thought I should probably go check on H. One of him can do a lot more damage than all 3 of them together. I went in the bathroom and this is what I found. How cute, he's brushing his teeth with Momma's toothbrush.



Then I looked a little farther. Not so cute anymore. Really it's actually very gross. He is soaked to the elbows, the toothbrush is dripping and the water in the toilet is a very dark shade of yellow. (this picture was after I flushed it)

My nicely wrinkled and soaked toilet paper.

This is the surprise I found when I flushed the potty. (This one is Daddy's) Needless to say he won't be brushing his teeth tonight.

I guess we'll have to make a trip to the toothbrush store and restock the whole family.