Caleb has this little obsession with putting things into a bucket and then dumping them out, and starting all over again. I was doing some ironing (yes it happens occasionally) and found him putting clothes into the bin, taking them out, and doing this over again. My Grandma brought over some cinnamon rolls the other day and I had them sitting on the counter. Caleb was in his seat and I had turned away to grab something (briefly!) Macey must have placed the cinnamon rolls within reach because when I turned to take notice Caleb had grabbed one, had both fist full and was stuffing it into his mouth as fast as he could. I just let him go at it, like I could really get him to eat some peas after that mouth full of complete goodness.
Macey's glad to be back to school, 2 weeks is enough break for her. She said her first (I think) naughty word, and while I wouldn't have minded *#$&, or @^$# so much, what she did say was a little more offensive. So after the 9th time saying it (I can't blame her for it being stuck in her head since you hear it constantly on T.V. and from people) I stuck to my word and she had to put soap in her mouth. After she was like "Mom that was like yucky," that's the point.