2 Seconds Honey I'm on the Phone...

I sometimes dread for the phone to ring...I cringe, I sigh, I start to get anxious...and not for the reasons you're thinking. I actually enjoy talking on the phone. I love to talk to friends and family or customers or whoever, but seriously...my kids can go from perfect angels to miniature demons in the amount of time it takes me to answer the telephone. I mean seriously...children I can still see and hear you...please don't decide to destroy the house just because Mommy has answered the telephone...

Case in point...I am enjoying my morning on the porch. The kids are splahing in their swimming pool and I'm enjoying a nice cup of coffee and talking with my sister in law about about my nephew's first birthday. All is well...until...I notice that my two darlings have found a small plastic clear bin in which they have filled with swimming pool water...and they've added garden mulch...and dog food...and dirt...and last but not least...the nastiness from their Daddy's spit bottle of tobacco that he so considerately left on the porch for uss...and they are using a plastic sand shovel to stir up the concoction... AT this point I'm just thankful they didn't find a drinking straw and give it a good chug...

I then made Noah march his nasty mess across the yard and pour it out in the field...
accompanied by weeping and wailing and complaining...I am so UNFAIR...

I am happy to report I think that we nipped it in the bud before he fed it to his sister...at least I'm pretty sure...