Making Their Presence Known
Everyday, all day, I feel like I'm cleaning up messes. I'm not sure how the kids do it, but they have an internal radar that tells them when I've just finished cleaning a room in the house. It can be any room - the front room, their bedroom, the kitchen, even the bathroom - and they will pack up boxes of toys and then dump them in my clean room. Sometimes they don't even play with them. I have my own theory that (not unlike dogs) they are marking their territory. But really, if someone were to come into our house and not know that we had kids, then that person would have to blind and deaf and in a coma.
And Buster is the best at this game. He loves to dump things out for no particular reason. The other day, I hosted a church group of nine year-olds and we made sock snowmen. I had to promise Little H that we could make one afterwards so she would stay out of our way. She was so cute designing all the different parts, and I was busy with the glue gun keeping up with her requests. I could hear Buster, but I wasn't paying attention to what he was doing until Little H ominously said "Uh, oh." There was rice, paint, sparkles, ribbon and other stuff I didn't even know we had out strewn all over Buster, the table, the chairs, and the floor. (Luckily the camera was nearby so I thought to take a picture before I put him in timeout. Poor kid probably wouldn't be smiling if he had known what was coming next.)
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