I just had to post these pictures of my two mischievous little boys. We made the mistake of giving Brigham a taste of brown sugar and now we have a sugar addict on our hands! I don't blame him... that stuff is good! He has gotten into the brown sugar before; he once ate it in the living room and spread the mess all over! I was so mad. This time though, he brought Taft into the fun and all I could do was laugh. I should have known that they were up to something by theabsolute silence I heard as I descended the stairs to check on
them. So the sugar has been relocated and we're rethinking our baby-proofing methods, but you know they'll just find something else to get
into. I must sound like an absolutely absent mother who never watches after her children... it's not true! My boys and I are together about 99.9% of the day, but a girls gotta shower! Any ideas on how to keep these stinkers out of trouble while I bathe?
