A thought from Peyton

Some of you may know that I've been thinking that I want another baby. 4 will make it even, one child on each hand for me and Peyton. But, Peyton gave me a little perspective the other day with his deep insight into our children. Ethan was the perfect child, still is for the most part. He would wait in his bed for us to come get him in the morning, even when he was in his big boy bed. Sweet boy! The worst thing that he ever got into was he used to pull all of my tupperware off of the baker's rack and play with it, but he stacked it or lined it up, and if asked, he would put it all away, starting at 9 months. At Jenny and Papa's house, he liked to unload their spice cabinet and line up all the spices in the kitchen floor. He got hold of a pen and wrote all over himself when he was 1, but I blame that on Peyton for not watching him;) The only other thing that he did was he scraped out a whole pack of watercolor wonder fingerpaints and wiped it all over himself. That stuff is like Vaseline if you're not familiar with it. I had to pull out the Dawn to get it completely off of him. But that's it. Riley came along and got into a little more than Ethan did. She got into my lipstick and put it all over her face and then painted her clothes with it. Whenever she found a pen, crayon, pencil, anything that she could write with, she did, all over the walls. She once held a crayon to the wall while she walked down the stairs, ALL THE WAY DOWN the stairs. We were in Colorado for Easter in 2007 and I scheduled the kids to get their Easter pictures taken and she cut her bangs all the way up to her hairline the night before. She said she didn't want bangs anymore. I had to explain to her that you have to grow them out, you don't cut them off. She took all of her curlies out of the very organized containers in her bathroom closet and put them on all of her stuffed animals and Barbies. I'm not very organized, but this was a low blow, it was about the only thing in the house I had organized when we first moved in. I'm still finding them and this was 6 months ago. And then came Caroline. Our tiny child. At 2 1/2 she's the size of an 18 month old, but she's a little pistol. I call her my little menace. She doesn't just mess with things in plain sight, she goes looking for trouble. Refer to this post or this post. Peyton blames Jon & Kate Plus 8 for the chocolate baby. She loves that show, and there was an episode where they painted themselves with pudding. Just last week she pushed a stool over the counter and opened the sugar canister, then got a spoon out of the drawer and scooped sugar all over the counter and into every dish and item on the counter. Yesterday, she found Ethan's chocolate bunny from Easter, and after being told she couldn't have it, managed to get the box open and eat half of it, well, 1/4 of it was melted in her hands and smeared all over her face before I caught her (sue me for taking a shower). I bring up another baby occasionally to Peyton and he came back with "every child we have gets progressively worse, do you really want to chance that?" So true! Then last weekend he asks me, "Do you think if we just keep having kids that we'll get our own TV show?" LOL! Probably not, we'd have to have multiples or more than 18, those families already have shows. But, maybe if we move into a tent and completely sustain ourselves from the ocean we might get our own show!