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Last night, I had Chicken and Dumplings cooking on the stove. Asa was helping me make the dumplings, and was sitting up at the counter rolling them out. Of course, with my attention focused on kitchen duties, I took my eyes off of the girls just long enough for them to un-pot Mim's tree in the living room. Again. Before I could get my hands washed to deal with them, the girls had taken their very dirty selves and darted in two different directions, spreading their trail of fair- dust potting soil as they went. With supper cooking and a huge mess to clean up, I handed off the girls to Papa, who whisked them off to the bathtub. What. A. Mess. Asa took over the entire cooking job on his own (which he completed, masterfully), and Addison retrieved brooms and the vacuum and whatever else he needed to do in a pinch. As things settled down a bit, Addison commented on how crazy it is that things can go from calm to crazy in no time. Boy, do I know it!
Today, Asa took a Fisher Price gun, that used to shoot a foam airplane, and rigged it to shoot tiny legos at high speed. He and Ivey, armed with their projectiles and some protective eye-wear (of course, what kind of mom do you think I am?), had a good time in the large empty closet, shooting at targets and into bowls. Hey, whatever gets us through the day.
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