6.24.12

For Wyatt, it was the Tupperwear cupboard.  And I really didn't care that he'd take out every mother loving container from and line the kitchen floor with them - it was when he started slipping on the lids that he so carefully laid out, that we had to put up the child safety lock.
For Paige, it's a cupboard with glass jars and vases.  And instead of rearranging my kitchen (because that will surely lead to a massive purge, which I didn't have time for), I got Josh to add yet another child safety lock.  We now have 10 of these suckers preventing my children from wrecking havoc, and preventing unwitting guests from being able to put their recycling in the bin should they so choose.  Paige was quick to crawl over to help, and you may be able to spot another small pair of feet between Josh's legs.  Instead of distracting either child, I took a picture.  Because that's what a good wife would do.
(For the record, Paige was removed before any actual drilling occurred).
I had someone tell me the other day that listening to stories that I tell of my life at home with kids is "the best birth control".  I know I am honest about what parenthood is like (because really, it's not all unicorns and rainbows, it's often a lot of excrement.  Literally.) - but I hope I am clear that I LOVE my children, and my children are awesome - people who have kids should be so lucky as to have ones like mine.  Maybe I don't share enough of the good stories, like how Wyatt spontaneously tells me, "I love you SO much, mommy.  The most I can." and how when I hold Paige to put her to sleep, she grabs me by the back of the neck and pulls me in so she can fall asleep with her forehead touching mine.  I'll try to remember to share those stories too, not just the ones about my rashy children who refuse to sleep and throw Hot Wheels at each other.