Wes was in rare form today. I began well, starting my day 5 minutes earlier than usual. Which I immediately wasted by spending 2o minutes putting a nylon sock over our vacuum cleaner and suctioning toys out of Wesley’s vent today. (Brilliant way of fishing for small items without having to go through the dirt bag later.) His preferred item to put down a sloped vent was, appropriately, cars. Yep, things with wheels. My right arm bears longs scratches from the jagged metal edges. Wesley can now say, with a perfectly straight face, “I will not put anything down the vents.”
This is what I pulled out of his air vent.
This is what he looked like as he was announcing his intention of traveling the straight and narrow path. (The nasty cuts are from a spectacular bike crash at the skate park that actually cracked his indestructible bike just 15 hours earlier. More later. But he had already asked to go back to the skate park to try again.)
Then an after-lunch conversation we had.
Me: Wesley, where do we go poop?
Wesley: In the potty!
Me: Why did you poop on the sand box lid out on the back deck?
Wesley: Uh, I just wanted to.
Me: Where are you supposed to go poop?
Wesley: In the potty!
Later, I had six yards of dirt delivered, which was like have a whole new play set brought right to our front yard.
For some reason, Piper decided she needed roller skates and wood scraps to climb Everest. Wesley saw the wood and raised her two badminton racquets.
You didn’t see this coming, did you?
Yep, down to their underwear.
And then I stopped taking pictures, because they got a hold the full water barrel and chaos really reared its head. I literally hosed them down outside before carrying each child at arm’s length into the house and dropping each in the bathtub.
Wesley at 3:30 in the afternoon.
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