Luke's Naughtiness

Yesterday our frames arrived via UPS for our family pictures so I was very anxious and excited to get them all hung on the wall. You'll have to see the finished product. While I was busy hanging them, Luke was also busy. That morning, we had purchased new sand for the sandbox so I told Luke he could play in the sand box while I hung the pictures. I had a container of baby powder handy because it helps to get the sand off your feet when you're ready to come inside. Luke thought it looked like more fun than the sandbox and dumped a ton of it all over our kids' picnic table on the deck. Unfortunately, I had left the deck door open so I could hear him. There was a slight breeze blowing...just enough to coat the entire kitchen in a fine layer of baby powder.

In this picture, Luke is hiding behind the table. He was afraid of how much trouble he was in.

Then I convinced him that his "Casper the Ghost" look was a cute one and got a smile out of him. When he smiles and wrinkles his little nose like that, all bets are off. It's too cute and I can't punish him like I should.

Every hole and crevice is caked with baby powder. It's awesome. I'm hoping the rain today might take care of most of it. Thankfully, Addy and Halle got in trouble later for being mean to each other so I made them clean the kitchen together as punishment. I was feeling pretty good about it.

Yogurt Gel

A week ago Stew decided the peach yogurt he was eating would be better in his hair.

Clearly, neither of us learned our lesson. This time I caught him in the act.

And I had just given him a bath.

Yogurt might have to get banned for a bit.

Slidies

Quinn has discovered a convenient way to slide across the hardwood floors. Convenient for her, not so convenient for me.

Don't mind the naked body and the crazy hair. The kid's a nut.


She loves to bring my panty liners down at awkward times too. While the missionaries are over, while friends come to visit. Best of all, I find them in my centerpieces or tucked in corners awaiting for her to come do some more slip and sliding.


They are ideal, perfect for sticking to your feet and slipping on the floors.

out of the mouths of babes

For FHE on Monday, we were talking about fasting. Aaron asked, "Why do you think we fast?"

Bryn responded, "So we can get to church faster."

Boy Oh Little Boy!

Stole the entire block of Rocky Mountain fudge and helped himself. Going with him to make sure he threw his spoils away and finding...
...that he had made a mess with the trash like an animal.
Ripping my Book of Mormon to shreds. Luckily some of the pages were just the index...but I lost a few in Alma. Sadness.

Within the hour of receiving the ball popper for Christmas...little cookies were shoved down to see if they would fly up.

Luke's busy day

To start the morning off, Luke cut a hole in his favorite shirt with some scissors...

Then he had a fudge-pop and used his sleeve as a napkin. Thank you, very much.

To top off the day, he was laying on the floor watching a movie (seems innocent enough, right?). Come to find out he had a broken ink pen in his hand which he used to mark all over his body, shirt and the carpet. Here's the evidence...back of the left ear,

On top of the head right through the super blond hair,

on his forehead, eyebrow and even eyelid,

all over the right ear and the back of the hair,

and my personal favorite: the carpet. Trying to remove it seems to only spread the mess. Lovely. Thanks again, Luke.

P.S. His hands and one foot were also covered in beautiful black ink.

Luke and the cake

While Ryan and I were outside hanging wreaths on Saturday, Luke was inside getting into mischief. We had a cake on the counter with about 1/4 of the cake left in a glass cake stand. Luke helped himself to the rest of the cake. Thankfully, he did not break anything. I am amazed. When I came in the house, he had chocolate all over his face. And there was cake all over the floor. I think I'm turning soft because I didn't even really get mad and we let him just sit there and finish his piece and called it dinner. Now I see why older children have issues with the younger ones getting away with everything.