Life moves at a rapid pace around here.
Saturday night, Jace & I were enjoying ourselves at the Peking Acrobat show at BYU-I. Like any good audience member, I turned my phone off- not worried, knowing that Jaden & Rylee were home safe & sound with Justin. I'd be home in a short two hours.

Well....my heart got pounding just a bit when I turned back on my phone to see a couple missed calls from Jus, with a text message that said, Call me. NOW! You never know what that might mean in our world.
Well...turns out after I had been gone for less than a half hour, the master or disaster (a.k.a. Jaden) decided to tip the sofa table over on top of himself and get a big gash in his eyebrow, requiring 5 stitches. You'd think that I'd be shocked, distraught and a bit shaken when I found out, but since we frequent the ER as much as most people go to the grocery store, "trauma" hardly phases me anymore. Poor bubby- 5 stitches & a black eye.
There is never a dull moment with this kid around. Just last week he had a bloody, fat lip from running too fast on our cement floor in the basement. And..I found out that he can scale shelves at the store. Here's more proof of his rascally ways. I have a feeling this won't be his only trip to the E.R.
Still cute, even with a fat lip- hardly phased him.
"Hum...a stroller meant for dolls that rocks back & forth? Might as well give it a try. Oh, and in my mouth? A wet wipe stuffed as far in as I can get it. What?"
"Ahh! A mirror that attaches at the top, but not the bottom? Give it a good pull and off the wall it comes. I've tried this one a few times."
"Open drawer, climb inside. Stand up, open drawer above me. Get stuck. Then mad that I can't get myself out."

"What's this? A car with a door that opens? Well, I'll go around and jump in the side without the door."
" I knew this wagon would be good for something."

"My sister uses fingers for picking, I use them for chew toys- and it hurts!"

"I see a laundry pile. I will toss it to & fro and roll around in it, even though it's dirty."

"Toys should not be in a basket. Dump."
Already using the toilet.

"One puddle in the whole yard, I'm there!"

"Who said toys are for playing with? I can dance up here too."
"You've got glasses? They're mine!"
And he's not even one yet! He's got a lot of curiosity and hardly any fear. That sounds like trouble to me. Oh boy, we're in for it.