Chaos

I turn my back for one second and the whole world falls apart.

Here are pictures of Luke pilfering my bag for treats. I was happily cleaning the breakfast dishes. Smiling at how productive my life is.

Earlier last week Isabella packed up everything onto her 'boat' (aka white rug). I think she was playing at Noah's Ark. What really bothered me was that I'd just picked up the whole room and turned around to get the vacuum. You know, to vacuum.

My usual frustrated words are: "You Crazy Kids. What are you doing?" Once I tried to teach Isabella to say: "Mommy I'm only three, it's my job to drive you nuts." Instead she responds to my outbursts with, "I'm creating Chaos. Me and Luke, we're chaos." And I love 'em anyway.