"Let the Wild Rumpus Start..."

My mom had a great idea last year, which was to dress Jack as Max from Where the Wild Things Are, by Maurice Sendak for Halloween. I had a left over clown outfit that I had actually sewn with my own two hands that I dressed him in instead. In retrospect, he does seem more wolf-y than clown-y, as evidenced by these pictures.

The poor kid looks utterly humiliated, and he was not happy about the hat. So, next year he can be Max and have a wolf suit and threaten to bite me and run away to where the wild things are...

But today, it is his sister who is behaving like a wild thing. She has so far, in less than an hour, fallen off of two chairs. She has slapped my coffee out of my hands, thrown all her food off her high chair tray, destroyed Jack and Ben's Lego creation and has screamed bloody murder every time I put her down... On days like today, it is best to just let the house fall apart and take care of the babies till nap time. No knitting, no reading, no sitting with coffee and a devotional. Just let the kids crawl all over me while I attempt to blend into the endless pile of playthings and pray for patience and joy and understanding. I am glad I went to Pilates this morning, because it may be till bedtime before I have a moment to breathe....