I watch my friend's babies for them because secretly I want another one but don't want to RAISE another...you know what I mean. So, today is one of the days I have 3...2 under the age of 1 and the other under 2. Normally it's a pretty mild day. I say NORMALLY. At this point in the day I've had all 3 for only 15 minutes. I hear water running and deduce in my mind that the oldest, today we'll call him "The Kingpin" (if you'll remember from earlier posts we used to call him Sanchez), has gotten up on the kitchen counter AGAIN and has turned on the faucet. Nope. The "running water" sound I'm hearing (and I'm amazed that I CAN hear it because the youngest baby is serenading everyone with a scream) is actually a soda can that he shook then dropped on the tile floor, which caused it to get a pin hole, which allowed it to spray across my entire kitchen floor, onto all cabinets and one refridgerator in it's wake, AND spray all over his 9-month-old sister who has a HUGE smile on her face and is sitting in the MIDDLE of the kitchen floor right in front of most of the spray, wiping her eyes and licking all the soda off of her mouth. Did I mention this was Big Red soda? Red soda that likes to change the color of white grout? Needless to say, bathing was required for babies AND my kitchen. I love babies.
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Oh you are so living my life right now! Granted I only have 2 under 2, not 3, but we're still a little nuts here too! Sounds like fun!
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