Crappy Hair Day

Normally the boys are still asleep when I leave for work, but today they got up insanely early and were up and about and underfoot as I was trying to get ready (Rob was catching a few more z's before I left the house and the boys would be all his).

Palmer had just finished pooping in the potty. I had just finished blow drying my hair, and needed to get my clothes ironed. I knew removing Palmer from the bathroom would cause a screaming fit, so against my better judgment, I let him stay to play with the box of baby butt wipes (I'll clean them up later, I thought). I was around the corner in the closet, ironing my clothes, when Camden said laughing, "Mommy, look what Palmer's doing."

The Mommy in me knew it could not be a good thing, so I sighed heavily and asked "What's he doing?"

"He's brushing his hair."

Oh, okay, that's not bad. Mommy instincts had steered me wrong...brushing hair is a good thing. I peeked around the corner, and sure enough, Palmer was brushing his hair. How cute! He had even put water on the brush like I do when I am trying to calm his cowlicks...even cuter! I figured he had climbed on the toilet to reach the sink. I have seen him do it before. So, I helped him brush it down all nice and flat (and very wet) and handed him the brush back. He smiled at me, and I watched in disbelief as he walked back over to the toilet, lifted the lid and dipped the brush IN THE TOILET WATER!

Mommy instincs never lie.

Maybe I just don't have it in me

I know, I know, I am falling down on the blog job. I must admit, I kind of knew this was going to happen when I started the blog. I figured it would be hard to keep up with. Just bear with me, go back and read the old stuff and I'll have some new stuff sometime soon. The kids just haven't been as funny lately. It's not my fault... if you want to blame somebody for the lack of blog posts, blame my kids. That's what I do every time Rob complains about the mess in the kitchen.