How much damage can they really do?

Take a decent sized house.

Add 2 three year old boys. (Best friends, of course.)

Feed them dinner, with chocolate milk.

Let them have dessert (cupcake with frosting piled on a mile high).

And what do you have? A mess.

No, no, "mess" wouldn't be the right word to define the condition of my home after Ryan and Kael were done. What's the word I'm looking for: Chaos? Catastrophe? Mayhem?

The DiDodos came over for dinner last night and as usual it was an excellent time. The boys had a great time (apparently from the pictures), the girls had a great time, and it was so nice for us parents to relax and chat without having any worry that our beasts - I mean boys - were bothering anyone else (except each other, of course). As big of a mess the boys wrecked, I can't imagine how much more havoc can be done when the girls get in on the play. As it was Gina and Malia were trailing after the boys wanting in on the action. It'll be interesting to see how the battle of the sexes will be waged in a few years.

It's always funny to watch what kids will play with when left on their own. We have a sand-water table in the yard that I think is pretty fun. There are cars and dump trucks and boats in there... all the essential stuff needed for good sand and water play. Instead, the boys played with an old empty box I tossed out there to be trashed and the lid used to cover the sand-water table. HUH?? If I had known THAT I would saved money, not gotten the table and instead motored to Costco for giant boxes!

The boys playing. We're still trying to figure out just WHAT they were playing.











Here's a picture of the boys supposedly cleaning up. Notice how Ryan's helping by tossing the pillow back on the couch?










And this is how the house looks like clean. What a difference, huh?











I just had to add this picture of the gang eating breakfast for Shana's birthday. Last year it used to be so easy to eat out: mom plus 1 kid. Now when we go out, it's at least a table for 15! Do you see the solo man, Patrick, at the head of the table? He's probably thinking: I should have stayed in bed.