My Grommets.

Yesterday Will:

Took a hammer to one of Daddy's paint cans, hammered a few gaping holes in it to opened it up and then painted a few landscaping stones.

Decided to build a car using one of our decorative shelves (an antique given to us by Grandma Voss) that was in the garage, waiting to be fixed. Its is now and forever will be a car.

Was pretending to be a hairdresser and cut Jack's hair (I caught this in time for little damage to be done).

Since I took the scissors away, he then moved to duck tape. He was about to duck tape construction paper to Jack's head. Jack was so happy to oblige and was just sitting there.

Gathered up all the cereal boxes in his Aunt's house and, along with his partner-cousin in crime, hid in the closet and had a Food Festival.

And can I just add the night before he got into my tie dye stuff and "was making the driveway all pretty."

I"m sure there's more....but Jack is hollering for me and I am curious to what is happening downstairs.... Jack's list to come....

Back now. No problems downstairs.

Yesterday Jack:

Smeared yogurt all over the kitchen table.

Tracked in sand and I swear had a cup of sand still in his diaper when I changed him.

Plays this game where he takes a drink and then pushes his cheeks so it squirts out his mouth. He thinks this is hilarious and I've at least convinced him to only do it outside.

His FAVORITE words are "Dammit" and "Poopy Butt."

Puked four times in bed last night.

There's probably more.

The only word for these kids is Grommets. : )