The hunky hubby was wrestling all 3 boys and two of them were clinging to one leg as he held that leg partially aloft. Then the larger boy dropped off…you guessed it. Sweet boy #3 who was still holding on was suddenly catapulted off Daddy’s leg, flung high into the air, and dropped with a poof into our giant bean bag. Yeah, no injuries.
I was tucking sweet boy #1 into bed and what did I find amongst his upper bunk hoard? An acorn squash. Very very strange.
Sweet boy #2 was going potty. The hunky hubby went in afterwards and discovered that he had wiped himself (yeah), but had not detached the soiled tp from the roll, instead choosing to carefully roll it back onto the tp roll for others to find (ug).
The winner this week
I was in Safeway with all three boys. The younger two were in the driver’s seat of the car style shopping cart when I heard agonized screaming from sweet boy #2. I investigated and discovered that sweet boy #3 had poked his little finger aggressively into his brother’s eye. I quickly grabbed sweet boy #2 to comfort him and more importantly restrain him from launching onto his little brother with fists clenched and murder in his one good eye. As I was restraining/hugging him, sweet boy #3 took the opportunity to bite him hard on the arm! As I have said before, the wolf pack, I gave birth to a wolf pack. Did I mention that all of this took place just as we met a family we know from church?