Gave the boys fresh haircuts.
I'll let you guess which one sat and watched TV like a little angel and which I had to put into a half-nelson while he screamed, wrenched and finally barfed
And it's official- Stewart's walking. I'm on pins and needles chasing him around all day, because he's not that good at it yet (shhh, don't burst his bubble) and he's constantly banging his face on tables, chairs and bookshelves. Always on the corners, of course, so he gets nicely bruised.
I just know DCFS is going to come knocking at my door, especially after he gave himself a shiner on our patio fence (I cannot for the life of me figure out how, as I was right in front of him).