We have to turn over all the chairs because Jack can climb up on them. I caught him on the kitchen table yesterday splashing in some old milk that was left there. I had to duct tape the fire place because Jack figured out how to open it. He will get in there and play in the ashes and then rub them all over his face. If I want to take a shower I have to barricade the door. Jack can now open the toilet lids and will swish around in them any chance he gets. Jack was mad that I blocked the bathroom so he got under the bed and ripped up the wrapping paper. He's kind of like a naughty cat. This kid makes me tired. Don't get me wrong...... I love him so much but....... he makes me tired. He gets into everything and he is relentless. If you stop him from doing something he will just keep going back, over and over and over. Or he will move on to something else he isn't supposed to do and do that over and over. I think he has some kind of sixth sense when it comes to his favorite things: he knows if one of the other kids left the bathroom door open and will immediately sneak off. I'll say, "Where's Jack?" and sure enough he's in the bathroom having a great time in the toilet. Gross. Or if someone gets out of their chair at the table for one second, guess who's right there climbing up? He definitely is persistent and knows what he wants and I guess those are actually good things.
This is a little late but Maddy turned 6! She is getting so big. She said the prayer in primary all by herself yesterday and she loves going to school. She is a really good big sister. Sorry the pictures are so bad. I can't quite figure out the camera. It's not Jack's birthday but he was really happy to be eating ice cream.
This is the second time that Maddy wanted a pink birthday cake and it's the second time that the layers all sunk in the middle. Weird. I've never had this happen with any other cakes. They are even different kinds of cake and made in different states with different ovens........ so I don't know what to blame it on. I guess we can blame it on the curse of the pink birthday cake.