Mom - the title was for you.
OK, so two things of interest for me this past week. One, was highly amusing to me, and begs sharing. So, I had a dream last week. It was short and sweet. I was sitting on a bench or a row of chairs, most likely in church, but I don't recall too well. Justin was there, along with one of his friends. His friend turned to him and said something like, "I forget what the dynamics are with you and your brothers...." The clear implication was that he forgot "who was who" so to speak. So, with one short phrase, and a gesture, I explained it to him. Rounding my hand into a sort of half-sphere, I hit myself on the chest twice (Mark-style) and, while clearly referring to myself said with a perfectly straight face "Oldest, buffest." And that was that.
The second was less amusing to me. It goes something like this. We kept the girls home from church today. So when I got home and found all 3 girls napping, I decided to let Steph continue to sleep while I fed the kids lunch. I went upstairs to get the girls up and found that they were already up. I could hear that before I actually go into the room, but figured it couldn't be that bad, whatever it was they were up to. Of course I was wrong. I walked in and, there to greet me from yesterday, are all the bloody (literally) handprints all over one wall from their nap yesterday when Brooke's nose was oozing bloody snot. They decided it made good wall art, so, reverting to their cave woman instincts, they decorated their abode. So, back to today, I walked into the bathroom and found one of the few things left in the adjoining jack and jill bathroom. Keep in mind, the door to the toilet/shower part of the bathroom has been locked as a preventative measure, and the water to the faucet in the sink which they can access has been shut off, based on a prior experience. So, today, I walked in to find the nice ceramic soap dispenser cracked on the floor. Brittany had her feet on the cabinet and was playing with the liquid soap that was all over the counter and was decorating the mirror. In the process of getting her down and looking over my treasure of a mess that was there, I learned that they had quite a bit of soap on themselves and the one rag in the room. So, I turned the water back on and started the clean up process. There was so much bubbling from the soap on the counter and in the sink that it took forever to get that out just to have a cleanup sink to work from. Several minutes later, I came downstairs with the girls to tell Stephanie what HER daughters had done, because MY daughters never would have done that.
Sarah was an early smiler in my estimation 
