Where The Wild Things Are... READING?

You mothers know that eerie feeling you get when the house is TOO quiet? From previous experience you dread what you are going to find - flour spread all over the kids and the kitchen, toothpaste and toilet paper everywhere, all your kitchen chairs and walls drawn on by permanent marker... you know what I mean. My monsters must be making mischief somewhere so I started to search for them. I turned the corner to find this scene... and then got my camera. Awww. My hairy monsters.



I'm glad I caught my baby critter before he actually got the finger inside the nose. Why must they do that?
We are in desperate need of haircuts at the moment. Why is it that my boys got the thick, fast-growing locks and my little girl has fine, curly, "grow at the speed of a snail's crawl" hair? I'm not truly complaining, really, but with both Handsome Man and my hair being what it is, I'm shocked that they all didn't get Chia Pet Hair like us. My hair was identified as green at one time, so I'm a true Ch-ch-ch-chia!
Here's my favorite family photo from the infamous family photo shoot of 09. Seriously, I think this one was the best of all of them. Sleep deprivation and family photo shoots are the most effective form of torture, I believe.