The first of many mishaps, I'm sure...

Yesterday Tristan flooded my bathroom.

I walked into my bathroom to run water in the tub for Tristan and Tanner. As soon as I rounded the corner, I knew something wasn't right?


"What in the world?!? What...where? TRISTAN!!!!"

He had turned on the faucet and plugged the sink.

According to my mom, Tristan ran behind the bed and cowered, whispering, "I didn't mean to, Mommaw," while I frantically threw all the towels in the linen cabinet on the floor and called neighbors in search of a wet/dry vac.

Speaking of my mom, she came to the doorway a few times and snickered at me. I think she thoroughly enjoyed this whole scene.

Later as I was giving the kids a bath, Tristan very hesitantly asked me, "Are you mad, Mommy?"

"Yes, I am, as a matter of fact," said in a VERY curt tone.

Big blue eyes clouded with uncertainty, he asked, "When will you not be mad anymore?"

"I don't know yet, Tristan."

Tiny voice, HUGE blue eyes, "Will you still be mad tomorrow?"

Sigh. "Probably not"

Sunshine returns to his eyes, mischevious little grin with a smidge of relief appears, "Ok, I can deal with that."

G.R.O.S.S.

Overheard:

Tristan: "Look, Daddy!! I can lick the dirty off my feet!"

Daddy: *hysterical laughter*

Hug me then GET OFF

Not even 4 years old and he won't let me hug him in public. He's barely tolerating this one. He even wipes my kisses off in his sleep.

Brothers

I'm sorry, but that's just flat funny.

If a toddler wails and there's nobody around...

Do you hear someone crying?
I don't know. D'you hear someone crying?
Dunno. Maybe. Can't be sure.

Tanner's Birthday party