The Night Owl

Well, I guess the "early bird" I talked about a couple posts ago couldn't have all the attention, so last week we got to see the "night owl."

I got home from mutual and practicing a musical number at almost ten PM, noticing as I drove into the garage, that the light in Dallen's room was still on. Terron had put him down for bed at seven and Dallen had apparently waited until he went downstairs to turn the light back on and throw a party of GINORMOUS proportions. Check out the pictures of what I found when I opened the door and what the party animal was doing.

He totally trashed his room! We had a MAJOR cleanup the next day.

Loving these boys.

And The Worst Mother Of The Year Award Goes To...

ME! J/K. Or maybe you won't think so after you hear this one! A couple days ago we were driving on the freeway when Dallen started crying about a "pokey booger" (hehe) in his eye. There was really nothing I could do about it, so I waited for him to work it out. He got more and more upset and eventually hysterical about how bad it hurt. I had to GET OFF THE FREEWAY, pull into a store parking lot and go around the car to see what had him SOOO upset. The poor kid had the entire top row of gorgeous long eyelashes folded INTO his bottom eyelid. Well sure, THAT would hurt! See ladies, who are constantly telling us how beautiful our boys eyes are, long eyelashes are not ALWAYS a benefit! Luckily it wasn't very hard to flip the eyelashes out and back into place, instantly removing the pain. Poor kid. The bad part? When we were still on the freeway and I was saying things like, "Dallen, that's enough. Crying isn't going to make it any better. Seriously, that's ENOUGH, Dallen. That's ONE!" See...I'm horrible. :)

Loving these boys