Stools

For the past several days, I have noticed an odor on the upper level of our home. At first, I thought it might be a towel I used to sop up some spilled milk. I washed it four times. The smell seemed to go away...but then I'd notice it again. I chucked the towel. The smell lingered.

Next, I started thinking that it might be a stinkbug. Stinkbugs have invaded Loudoun County, and I've noticed a couple have made their way into the house. Each time I would get a whiff of this odor, I just chalked it up to a stinkbug who met an untimely demise somewhere near my laundry room.

Tonight, I took Hadley a pacifier while Chad was tucking her in; and there it was again! It was so strong that I immediately started looking for the stinkbug. What I found...was Hadley's step stool, sitting next to her window. At this point, I should probably add that Hadley's step stool is the Fisher Price Step Stool Potty on which she originally potty-trained. She now uses it to reach various light switches throughout the upper level of our home. Apparently, though, she used it for poo sometime over the weekend. That stool in the stool has since traveled from the bathroom to the hall to the bedroom and heaven knows where else. Rest assured that it went on its final journey--down the toilet--immediately upon discovery. The pink princess stool (the one made of plastic) is now disinfected and safely tucked away in a place Stinkerbell hopefully will never discover.

Cereal Charmer

Danielle: "Thatcher, would you like a bowl of cereal?"
Thatcher: "Yes! It is so nice to be asked!"

Budding Romantic

Thatcher picked his first flower for a girl today. He picked a dandelion for Avery, the seven year-old girl who moved in two doors down over the summer. Like his daddy, he goes for older women. He was a bit nervous about walking it up to her door, but he did it! I probably won't find this nearly as cute when he is sixteen.

Midnight Snack

Harrison woke from a sound sleep at 8:30 tonight. He was hysterical, so I figured he was having teething issues. I brought him downstairs to give him a hefty dose of Motrin when he noticed the Morning Glory muffins I had just baked for the first day of school tomorrow. He lunged, grabbed one, and crammed it into his mouth. After he downed that one, he polished off another before I finally just put him in the high chair with his THIRD muffin. He ate a bit of it; and then this happened: