Tuesday, March 20, 2007

I found this wee rascal running around the house last night and think maybe he's the one that's been causing all the mischief around here lately. Seriously, as adorable as this little sprite may appear, he causes me all sorts of heart attacks and nervous breakdowns. I honestly fear for his life (and his baby brothers') at times and trully believe if he makes it to the age of two it will be a miracle. Just today he helped himself to Hunter's seizure meds (thanks to a lid that wasn't screwed on tight) and yesterday he dove head first into the jucuzzi while Denver was having a very deep "great big bubble bath." I swear his motto is I laugh in the face of danger and his goal is to drive me to the looney bin as quicky as possible so he can get away with even more death-defying stunts. And the worst part of all of this is knowing that half of the terrible mischief he gets into is because I went and had more babies than I can handle. Caleb has way too much unsupervised time on his hands. And me. . . I have way more than I can juggle right now. Heaven help us all.
posted by Shana # 4:51 PM
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