"I'm sorry, I may be late, I'm herding cats."
"It took me a while to get into the store because I was herding cats."
"It took me a long time getting out of the store because I was herding cats."
"The house looks like this because I was herding cats all day."
"I'm sorry, I'm going to have to call you back, I'm in the middle of herding cats."
You get the idea! Right now, 3 of the 4 of our children are at that perfect age where they simply MUST run, explore, imagine and get into every form of trouble possible. They hear you, but as far as they are concerned, you couldn't possibly, seriously be talking to anyone of them. Don't climb the shelf? Psh! There must be someone else doing it wrong! Don't dump the salt out? Psh! Obviously it was only concerning for the first couple of grains! Don't break up the styrofoam? Psh! But look at all the snow! Mom likes snow right?!
Now along the way here and there we've had some major messes but they were few and far between.
For instance Aviendha:
This is the first major catastrophe we ever encountered. Flour. In the livingroom. On the carpet. It took us a while to clean it up but it wasn't too bad.
Then there was Gage:
This is a video but it's just the picture of it because blogger is ridiculous. But, this is oatmeal. The least of the messes we've encountered and pretty tame in regards to kids messes.
And now we have Alillia:
This is the blank "I'm guilty so maybe if I show as little emotion as possible I won't get into as much trouble" look. Feel free to refer to the Aviendha picture for a comparison.
What could these footprints be made of? If you thought flour again, you'd be oh so wrong.
Baby powder, of course!
Poor Luigi died from inhalation of this fine stuff. And I do mean fine! Don't let these photos deceive you. There is a fine coating over the ENTIRE room. Two weeks later it's still on some parts we haven't had time or energy to get to.
She looks so sweet doesn't she?
Bahahahahaha!
Now lets talk about all the other things she alone did in this very same week, each activity in record time.
~Broke a night light in their bedroom leaving glass EVERYWHERE.
~Dumped out an entire shaker of salt. Twice. Leaving sat all over the entire upstairs. Twice. We won't talk about who left the shaker down.
~Baby shampoo all over the bathroom floor.
And my favorite?
~Getting into Gage's unflushed leavings and playing with it like mud. Fortunately only all over the bathroom.
Never have we had a child of such whirlwind disaster! Until now.
Now some of you might be wondering what we were doing while these things were going on. My defense?
We were herding cats.




























