
Kyle drew himself. Notice the smile he has, so I take it he is a happy kid. You'd think he would hear me better with those big ears of his.
I need these little cute things because the boys have both been not so easy lately. Yesterday, Blake woke up at 2:30 am crying for popcorn. He threw a fit about that for 30 minutes. Finally, he gave up and went back to sleep. When he woke up, he dumped out the garbage all over the floor, ripped the trampoline net down, and poured water out on our upstairs bathroom floor. Of course big brother Kyle encouraged this behavior by giggling. Then Blake climbed up on the counter and got into the treats. He was standing on the counter, naked as the day he was born, with SIX sticky lollipops in his hand. When I saw him, all he had to say for himself was, "Hi Mom." Kyle plugged the sink in the bathroom with who knows what. Then both of them took all of my very important papers and shoved them behind the refrigerator. Little partners in crime.
Needless to say, I had a snickers bar before bed last night.