get your warpaint on

so i took the boys to my parents' house in naperville on monday, both to let them hang out with their grandparents and to give holli a chance to work on her freelance project in peace. max and liam had a great time, playing outside in the yard and going for walks with grandpa.




what is it with these kids and brooms, anyway?

so i was helping my mom with dinner, and liam was supposed to be drawing in the den. after a few minutes, i realized that things were a little too quiet, and then i heard the sound of the desk drawer opening and closing. we went into the room to discover this:


yes, that's white-out (or to be more accurate, liquid paper). all over his face. sigh. he claimed he didn't eat any. i tried to scrub it off, but he squirmed and screamed, so he got to wear his warpaint until the next day. lucky boy.