And the Father of the Year Award Goes to.....

...not me. Ok, so I lied about the whole no blogging thing because I just had to share this joyful little experience. That's not finger paint and something like this could only happen when Tammy's in the hospital. This happened last night just after I told Tammy that I could handle the boys just fine. So I let the boys play outside for a while to get some of their wiggles out and they created their own puddle and got all muddy. I stripped their clothes off and let them run around in their diapers while I fixed dinner for them. They went upstairs and appeared to be playing quietly with each other and after a few minutes I went to get them for dinner and I walked into a horrid scene of a dirty diaper on the ground and two little boys covered in crap from head to toe and throwing whatever they could grab down the stairs and smearing it on the walls. I nearly lost it and executed them both on the spot but instead settled for throwing them both into the bathtub. They took three baths, one to wash it all off and one to soap them up and rinse off and the last to play with their toys and buy me some time to begin cleanup that ended up lasting 4 hours. If I didn't know that this type of thing could happen from experiences related to me by my sister, then I would have thought my kids were just mental. I'm sure I'll look back on this experience and laugh but it sure wasn't funny last night. Oh, the joys of parenthood! Instead of the first free evening without studying in recent memory I was cleaning walls and carpet all night. I truly hope that we have a sweet little girl that will play by herself and isn't capable of total destruction of any ordered system within seconds for no reason at all. Then again, since she's mine I probably have a lot of karma headed my way.