Naughtiness of late.

I know you think my boys have been angels since the naughty news has been scarce lately. I hate to break it to you, but it's just not true. Recent naughtiness has occurred, and although this post would be much more funny and complete with pictures attached, I think I was too mad at the time to snap any.

Oliver:

Every once in a while Oliver decides he isn't going to nap. While it's not often, it does occur and when it does, I make him stay in his room for "quiet time." I am trying to teach him this since this is my plan for the dreadful day he drops his nap. Recently, on such a day, he had been quiet in his room for far too long to be normal. Usually I hear him wallowing around on his bed, or playing with puzzles, reading etc. You other moms know what dead silence in a child's world means, right? When I went to check on him, I opened the door then closed it again immediately. Before proceding again, I counted to 10 as to make sure not to blow a fuse next time I entered. The child found a big tub of hydrocortisone cream (for eczema) in his dresser and proceeded to "paint" the room. Walls, bed, dresser, side table, lamp. He was careful not to leave anything out, you see. You know something about hydrocortisone? It's greasy. I sent him out without a word while I cleaned out my rage, then we had a very civilized conversation about how we do not paint with our medicine. I'm pretty sure I got my point across without any words at all, because he knew how upset I was. Anyways, it was a good excuse to give his room a fresh coat of paint this weekend, which it needed anyways, and it looks so cute now. Pics to come.

Stetson:

Have I ever told you how sweet this child is? He REALLY is. It melts my heart. He's learning all about trouble though. His favorite past time is toilet splashing. You might remember that hobby from Oliver's baby days too. Stetson loves it even more...how did I get so lucky? One day, I was upstairs trying to accomplish some tasks (how dare I?!) when, again, I noticed the extreme quietness coming from downstairs. When I got closer to where Stetson was all I heard was squishing and splashing. He and his lovey, "ducky" which is attached to his hip, were mopping the bathroom floor with toilet water. Ducky was soaked through and the puddle on the floor was bigger than the water left in the bowl. Don't worry, like Oliver, he didn't leave a single surface out. The walls, counter, and mirror were all "splashed" as well. He looked like he'd been dipped in a pool. One look at him and he knew mama wasn't happy which really hurts his feelings. Hopefully he learned his lesson too. The only thing keeping my gag reflex in tact was the overwhelming feeling of gratitude that this wasn't an instance where Oliver decided not to flush the, ahem, "lemonade"....well, as far as I know, anyways.

What about you? What kind of shenanigans have your kids been up to lately? I know I'm not the only one...