Holy mess, Batman!

I love fireworks. Like puffy heart them. Even HUGE puffy heart them, as does Drew. (I huge puffy heart him too, by the way)

We're really responsible pyro's. We make sure children are wearing shoes, there's no wind and we leave the hose running. And we clean up after wards as well.

Unfortunately, many of my neighbors feel fine with leaving past explosions in the road. Where my children snatch them up and beg to keep them or play with them. I have a strict No Keeping/Playing with Old Fireworks policy but apparently Carson didn't get that Memo.

Lucky us.

His legs and feet were just as bad.


My poor tub was in very sad condition after his bath.. I'm sure you can imagine the ring of dirt that he left behind!


And because these are some of my favorite pictures, EVER, I have to share these too. In fact, this is WHY I have the strict No Keeping/Playing with Old Fireworks policy .

Last year Aubrey and Hayden were playing across the street. Or so I thought. Instead, guess what they were doing?

That's right, playing with used smoke bombs. Nice.

Wait until you see what they DID with them.

Please excuse the looks that my children were giving the camera .. Drew was still yelling at them and it was probably highly inappropriate for me to take pictures mid-lecture, but I HAD to!

Just wait, it gets better..


Not their smartest day. Which I mean in the nicest way possible.

And if you were wondering, I totally felt like Mom of the Year when I called Poison Control to make sure those two weren't going to have massive deadly toxins absorbed into their skin and lips (yes I said lips). The lady almost laughed several times but was able to control it with proper breathing techniques. Props to her.

I'm hoping next year's interaction is minimal.

Life is good for Carson and I.

My baby is now 18 months old.

And finally, FINALLY, I get to play.

GIRL'S GOT HAIR!!!

WOO HOO!!!!!!

(I had to take these pics quickly not knowing
how long she'd leave her hair alone..
if you've ever had a little girl, you know what I mean)

And... this is why I clean:

Because you never know when Hayden will spill...
... a pixie stick....
... and Carson will feel the need to clean up
after his big brother...

... with his tongue.

Told you so!

Yesterday I mentioned how Kaitlyn and Carson are always bothering each other.

If he crowds her, she pushes back on him and screams.

If he does anything to her, she throws herself to the floor in tears.


Wanna see what I mean?

This morning, Kaitlyn wanted something to eat.

Carson shows up and says, "Don't touch!"

Of course that's not enough, he has to close the door too.
Kaitlyn drops to the floor and puts all her energy into letting Carson know he just shattered her world.
She recovered moments later only to have Carson put his hand next to her.
Aaaaannd, we're back to crying.

Carson walked away. All better!
Carson dropped to the floor and crawled over while laughing..
In which Kaitlyn crawled onto my lap.

And Carson's foot showed up on Kaitlyn's. Gee, imagine that.
At which point Carson is histarically laughing and gets the hiccups.

After every time he hiccuped he opened his mouth like this:
..and yelled, "Mom, I'm choking!!"

You're welcome for not including Audio footage.

And in case you were wondering, Drew put the kids to bed last night while I was at the store.

Now you know what the kids wore yesterday.