Being home with three little kids brings a lot of noise and chaos.
And as much as I wish I could revel in the rare quiet moments, we all know what quiet in a house really means.
Trouble.
I think we made a terrible mistake in giving Addison the middle name of Belle...I'm pretty sure Trouble would have been a much better fit. Mischief would be a close second.
Now before you worry that the quiet was because the older girls had put Addison in the kennel, this was all her own doing. She crawled in, shut the door behind her and took up home on Lizzy's bed...all the while sucking on markers.
My questions are, how did she:
1. Get Lizzy to stay in there with her.
2. Get the door shut.
3. Get ahold of markers.
4. Do all this without anyone noticing.
I have no idea.
She's crafty that one.
You know what else I LOVE (emphasis on being sarcastic) about Addison?
Bath time.
Every bath night me and Marty start the bargaining. "If you bathe Addison, I'll bathe the other two girls and put all THREE of the kids to bed!" or "If you bathe Addison, I'll do all the dishes, clean up the family room, take out the trash, bathe the other two girls, put all the kids to bed, give you a foot rub, and go to Dairy Queen to get you a blizzard."
Yes, bathing her is that bad. Not because she hates her bath, but because she loves it so much and believes she is an Olympic gold medalist in diving/water polo.
She LITERALLY floods the bathroom floor from all her jumping and splashing no matter how hard we try to contain her or put very little water in the tub.
So last night, we decided to try a little bubble bath.
In a more contained environment.
And it worked GREAT...until the bubbles didn't keep her attention and she realized there was water under the bubbles to splash in.
Life with Addison is most definitely NEVER dull.


