The shit that happens at my house (when we're stuck inside all day)

The day started out rough.  Mikko was up before 5:00 a.m. for the second day in a row and he was C-R-A-N-K-Y.  When Mikko gets attention for whining, Kaia catches on quickly.  She's even taken to mimicking his non-word sounds to try and get her way.  It didn't take long before Mommy and Daddy were overwhelmed and feeling beaten by their greater (spastic) energy.  I'm not gonna lie, we pretty much let them do whatever kept them from crying all day....and so, our day in pictures, entitled "The Shit that Happens at My House (when we're stuck inside all day)"...

While I'm not huge into routine, I'm kind of a stickler for healthy eating and generally require that my children wear daytime clothes during the daytime.  Some day they'll wonder how my yoga pants qualify as "daytime clothes," but by then, I'm sure I'll come up with some explanation....probably "Because I said so."  So at some point I noticed that they were in their matching jammies (Kaia insists on having all the same feety pajamas as Mikko has) playing in Kaia's bed with a pumpkin bucket from Halloween that found its way back up from the garage recently and eating Reese's Pieces.  And, for what it's worth, it wasn't that early, but no doubt probably not an appropriate time for candy, like after they've at least had a meal.

There's really only one way to watch tv in this house....

 Well, alright, there are two ways, but both clearly involve laundry baskets.  And no, I don't get credit for my house being chaos because I was busy doing chores, like laundry, because I was not.  I was busy taking pictures of my nutjob kids, a most time-consuming hobby.

This was  the highlight of my night, probably because I had already started drinking wine at this point.  The kids pulled out every stored grocery bag we had in the house.  Kaia starts throwing them over her head yelling, "Snowing! Snowing!"  Kevin does NOT enjoy this game.  I LOVE it.  While I realize it's a pain in the ass and there's probably a choking hazard we should consider, they will play like this, uninterrupted and nicely for like 20 minutes.  Note that Kaia is wearing her Dorothy costume while Mikko is sporting the one-leg-up sweatpants thing.  My kids are COOL.

And just so there's no misunderstanding, this was about 15 minutes before Mikko's bedtime and, yes, they're eating cake.  There's no doubt these little rockstars are my kids.  They love cake.

So here's what I missed with my camera today.  Can you believe that with all this mayhem there's more that went uncaptured?  Not long after my grocery trip with Kaia that was cut short just after the produce section because someone decided to have a hissy fit and someone's mommy was NOT into dealing with it, I found the two of them spinning in circles in the living room.  They were giggling their tiny butts off when I realized that Mikko had a balloon string wrapped around his neck...twice....and when Kaia, who was holding the weight, spun, Mikko had to too.  I put a stop to that game and no one was happy about it.  Poor Mikko looks like a strangulation survivor.

I also managed to miss Mikko refusing to take his Tylenol, and by refusing, I mean getting all of it in his mouth and hanging his lower lip so that it all went running down his chin, neck and jammies.  It was like a horror flick in my living room.

And, last but not least, during her bath tonight, Kaia decided to test the faucet pressure with her tongue.  Imagine that first snowfall of the year and, like a child, you stick your tongue out with your eyes facing expectantly upward.  Now instead of a weightless snowflake landing on your tongue, picture a faucet running at full pressure down your throat.  There was much sputtering, eye watering and laughing.

I should start drinking at 4:30 every day.  Everything is so much more funny.