It's been one of those days....

You know when your kids are laughing and playing around-loud? You know where they are and you pretty much has a rough estimate about what they are doing. Screaming, crying, laughing, loud banging, all these noises do not scare me. It is when I have these sounds as background music that I know I can check on my e mail, or read a chapter of my book. The sound that scares me the most, is not all the crying, it's the sounds of silence. That is when I know that I am in trouble. Case in Point: If it would please the court, I would like to enter in a one Evan as exibit A:

Yes, that blue gloop is Chad's hair gel. (please ignore our lovely circa 1970s decor in our bathroom, we havn't gotten around to fix up the bathrooms yet).



I love his sweet innocent face. It is almost hard to believe that the same child with those angel eyes and sweet smile it the exact same little devil that smeared icky sticky blue gloop all over the bathroom walls, floor, tub, as well as all over himself. He is so lucky he is so stinkin' cute. All I did was laugh and grab a camera. Yeah-way to go mom, that'll show him :)

Now on to Exibit B Lauren...

Chad and I were both on our computers, Evan was taking a nap, and Lauren was playing quietly in her room. She soon emerged with the can opener and the cat food. She wanted us to open it to give to the cats because they were "telling Lauren that they were hungry". However, we had just got done feeding the cats maybe a half an hour ago, so we told her no. We then went back to our respective computer tasks and thought nothing of it. That is untill Lauren came running in crying. "Mommy help me I am bleeding...help me please." Truely it sounded just that tragic. But she was bleeding and bleeding bad. It scared me to see so much blood. It looked pretty bad, untill we could see beyond the blood at what was really going on. She had decided to get the cats their food without our help and had cut her finger in the process. But instead of a can opener, so used a pair of scissors and a pizza cutter. I am still at a loss as to which instrument actually did the damage.

It may look like a Quinton Terontino film untill you wash off all the blood and realize that it was just a small cut. The cut just happened to be quit a little bleeder is all.

And here are her instruments of choice. So, the lesson for the day is....Never trust the silence! Even when you think they might be asleep. You never know what those little devils have up there sleves.