Taking Out The Recycling

The Beast's play ground of choice.  Seriously, what's not to love about a bin full of sharp edges and dirty paper.  Hello, every babies dream!

Posting daily is hard.  It's really hard when you have 3 little kids 6 and under that you are taking care of and driving here and there. It's especially hard when you have this little guy following you around everywhere you go and clinging to your legs.  He likes to break toilet seats, eat markers and hot sauce, run out into the street, beat up on his sister, eat poop, and drop metal cars on the faces of our friends (sorry about that Tay!).  One of the Beast's (that's our affectionate nickname for him) favorite places to play is the recycling can.  We just LOVE it when he gets into the little blue pail and plays with the sharp edges on empty cans.  Sigh.  He makes me tired.  He also makes me laugh and smile a lot, just like my other two.  It's a good thing they're so cute.  I wouldn't have my life any other way, ya know?

With green marker all over his face.  Ya, you should have seen him with the brown marker all over his face.  I spent the better part of twenty minutes looking for the poop or chocolate he'd gotten into and breathed a big sigh of relief when I found the marker with the tip bitten off.  He'd already eaten poop once before and that was not a pretty sight.  And no, it wasn't even his own poop.  Are you grossed out yet?  I am!

Hot sauce from the Taco Shop.  He didn't even cry.  Guess we won't be using that as a form of punishment anytime soon.