Ah, the boy loves eggs... real eggs. I've tried giving him the fake ones, but no, it has to be real, fresh from the fridge. Whenever I am tied up nursing he'll push a barstool to the fridge and sneak one out. He calls it his "baby" and if he has to set it down at all he'll say "Mama, could you watch this little guy for me?"
Here he is saying "Please can't I keep it Mama???"
Dylan and his best friend the remote. Sometimes he'll try to turn it off real fast if he hears me coming. Other times, like this one, I out-sneaked him ;)
And I SO wish I had a pic. of Miss Aviana the other day with hot pink PEN all over her face and inside of her mouth! Yes, bad mama, gave my baby a PEN to play with, I don't know why, but don't ever do it, those things leak like crazy. Took me two days to get her mouth washed out!
This isn't even the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the mischief going on in this house lately. I think a nice long vacation is in order.