Time to dust

After arriving home from a birthday party last night, Cookie Monster seemed quite worried. He was on the toilet, shouting something to me. I asked him what he was saying and was quite shocked by the response: "There's dust on my wee-wee!"
What? I yelled for dad, who was half-asleep on the couch. He emerged as I asked Cookie Monster what the problem was.
Running into the room naked as the day he was born, he repeated "My wee-wee is dusty."
"Ever have that problem?" I asked dad, who sat on the chair, with his eyes open wide and a slight grin on his face.
The dust, I soon discovered, was lint from his dark-colored underwear.
My, my.
Both grandparents found that quite amusing, as did great-grandma.

Today times 2

Oh, and also highlighting the morning:
-LaRue sat on the couch next to dad, who was enjoying his cup of coffee with the paper. He asked if she was looking for an apartment in the want ads.
-LaRue decided to use some of her new speaking skills. Dad and I both thought we heard "bulls***." Papa will gladly take credit for that.

What to do today?

Let's see, it's just a couple hours since this house has been rockin' with 4 wide-awake munchkins. Dad asked what the plan is today. I need to clean the kitchen (see previous post for an idea why that's ALWAYS necessary here).
But, according to the 2 & 3-year-old, this is what has been on the agenda in that short time:
-LaRue has changed her clothes no less than 3 times. The first look involved big brother's pajama shorts, hiked to one side with the diaper hanging out and giving her a massive wedgie, accompanied by brother's Thomas the Train shirt on BACKWARDS. At one point, the outfit was ditched -- along with the diaper -- and she ran upstairs (as fast as a 2-year-old can go butt naked) and grabbed new clothes. These included three more of brother's shirts, all worn backwards. We've figured it is easiest for her to open his dresser drawers.
-When told to return the baby wash to the bathroom, LaRue offered it to her baby.
-The freshly-washed baby now lies in a pile with about 17 other babies that Cookie Monster graciously offered little sis on the couch and she piled next to me while I tried to read and enjoy a quick breakfast. It's there that the babies still lie.
-LaRue attempted to send someone an email, just prior to calling someone.
-LaRue offered to wash out the kitchen sink, complete with a truck in the garbage disposal, as well as an entire bagel. At least the cats enjoyed that one.
-Cookie Monster has filled big brother's Valentine mailbox with M&M's.
-Cookie Monster spent time searching for two teeth he thought he lost when he wiped out running full speed out of the kitchen into the living room. Guess those long pajama pants are a show stopper.
-Cookie Monster got out a pile of clips to put in sissy's hair. Let's just say that didn't go over well.
-The two of them fought over the coveted second-hand fleece Strawberry Shortcake blanket. Don't know what the attraction is????
-LaRue discovered big brother's Lego set and brought the house downstairs to dismantle. Ooops, I predict a war after school.
-Huh, LaRue just arrived with yet another outfit. Again, brother's clothes. And a big tub of pretzels.
-Maybe it's time to quit journaling???
-No, LaRue, you can NOT have Diet Sunkist for breakfast!
-Now she's filling a new garbage sack full of whatever is on the living room floor. Guess my cleaning is starting sooner than expected.
Seriously, I need to go shower before I head to an appointment. So glad dad will be in charge. Wonder when he and his coffee cup will stop watching Curious George?
Gotta love it! I sure do!