Busted!

Well, some people call it the terrible twos, and some people call it the terrific twos. Today I will call it the trying twos....and Timothy is not even two yet.
This is what I got for leaving Timothy coloring (not buckled into his booster) while I laid down Caleb in his bed. (Tim threw a fit trying to tell me he wanted the crayons in the first place, since he can't say or sign it. ) I heard the tapping of the crayon and knew that Tim was coloring on the tile table...a no-no. Then the sound started to travel, and I knew I was in for more. I came downstairs to purple crayon on the wall, two doors, and the floor. Between a Magic Eraser and elbow grease it is all cleaned up now. I had to look stern while trying not to laugh. Above is Tim looking guilty, and below he is helping to clean up.

Timmy loves to put hats on by himself now, so if he sees one, he puts it on his head. There are two pictures of his wild, hat head hairdo.

Guitar Hero (video game)