Double Trouble

For the record: You were right. You were all right- all of those who have known Luke and watched him growing up and then lovingly warned us when we found out Wesley was going to be a boy. You all said basically "Uh oh, you are in for it. TWO boys!" I am sure not all two boys are like this. But mine are. At first the instigator was Luke, but Wesley has learned the Ways of the Master.

Case in point: One very very bad day in January, shortly after our return from the Christmas travels, I went into my room to find that all the dirty laundry from the trip and all of the clean and carefully sorted laundry had been piled together into one huge enormous pile and then thrown everywhere! Ugh! That really really grosses me out to have the clean and dirty clothes mixed together. I was rather upset. I didn't take a picture of the huge mess scattered all over the room. Instead I set to work at smelling and separating everything.

This is what happened next:
While separating the clothes, the boys went into the living room, ripped every single leaf off the little tree in the purple pot, de-planted (is that a word?) it's baby brother tree and started removing the leaves from my tall tree. No need to mention plant soil all over the newly cleaned carpet. I was beside myself. Too-angry-to-even-scream kind of mad. I sent them to their room where they giggled and played and asked if they could come out 100 times.

It did not end there. Two to three pounds of dry chick peas/garbanzo beans all over the kitchen, down the hall, into their bedroom. Do you realize how easily dry hard garbanzo beans can roll on a wood floor? It is like a thousand mini marbles- they go every where! You can imagine how I felt that night when Jason walked in the door.

That was a bad day.

Within a number of days of that- I walked into the bathroom to find the toilet overflowing with clothes and toys. Never took a picture. According to Luke, it was Wesley's idea.

You just know these two lay in bed and conspire against us at night:

Yes, they sleep in the same bed even though Wesley has his own. They nap together too most of the time (little piece of heaven).

But it is not always fun and games between the two of them. Back in February we got a lot of comments like "I didn't know you had a cat".
Almost. His name is Wesley.

Here is a photo from a couple of weeks ago:
The scars are still there. They match with the one below his lip that he got when he was 18 months and ran into the fireplace... and the one on his chin when he was 2.

And these next photos could be titled: Why we really need/want to put our backyard back together.

In case you were wondering, I am feeling so much better. Hooray. And thank goodness.
I am just pleased to report that the house has not burned down... yet.


Have a good day!