Gold Bond-ing with Grandpa Rex:

So, the last few days, my dad has been here visiting. He flew out from CA to help fix our leaky drain pipe. The pipe has been leaking dirty sink water into our air duct system so anytime the heater kicks on, it heats up the nasty water and makes the house stink. It's really gross. But we got it all taken care of - no more leak. What a relief!

Anyway, so the girls have been entertaining their Grandpa. He's quite fascinated (as most people would be) with the twins. Two of everything: two high chairs, two sippy cups, two sets of little hands wiggling around and causing mischief.

Yesterday, he was putting Gold Bond powder on his feet: his after shower ritual. The girls were quite excited by the white poofs coming out of the bottle. Grandpa helped each of them put some on their own feet and then the Gold Bond Fight began. They chased eachother around the room haggling over the bottle. They quickly figured out how to open the little twist top and get the fun stuff out. So there was powder everywhere: on Dad's pants, Ady's nose, Chloe's hair, all over the carpet. It's a wonder Ginger didn't have any on her.

Now, I have to tell you two things before we get to the main part of the story. First, Chloe has a lingering fascination with head-butting people - and right in the nose. She started a few months ago and has gotten more acurate and deadly with practice. I've been clocked a few times in the face and it takes your breath away. (I am trying to get her to stop. When she starts head butting, I usually take my fist and let her head butt my knuckles a few times - she does it, I don't - I'm just holding still. When she hits just hard enough, she realizes that her forehead hurts. She stops and rubs her little head like, "Ouch." Any other ideas on how to get this kid to stop her billygoat impressions, please let me know!)

And second, Dad has lots of pockets filled with new little things for the girls to play with. Some pockets contain pens and mini flashlights and a small hairbrush. Other pockets have a small AM radio and coins. Always something fun to play with in the eyes of a toddler.

So, now that you have those two pieces of information, I can proceed with my story.

Last night, he was holding Ady while Chloe was wandering around the living room being rambunctious. Then Ady wanted down and Chloe wanted to be held. Well, I think Chloe could be convicted of a pre-meditated crime. She was looking right at my dad, right into his eyes. A swift head butt to the bridge of the nose and Grandpa Rex was down for the count. Chloe slowly wiggled her way down to the floor and shoved her hand in the forbidden change pocket.

Dad managed to grab her and pry a penny out of her hand just as she was about to book it for the stairs. She came over to me and I noticed she had something in her mouth. I fished out a quarter, a dime and another penny. Sheesh!

And just the night before, Adelyn had managed to find a teeny, tiny little screw that Grandpa said he had been missing from a pocket knife for several weeks. Where was Adelyn keeping her newly found treasure? In her mouth...

Tune in next time for our Twin Adventures: driving to LasVegas and having a ~relaxing~ dinner at Red Lobster.