I love that kid.

9 times out of 10 I get annoyed with Michael's constant path of destruction.  I (and I use this term loosely because it's mostly my free nanny, a.k.a. my mom) usually clean up one mess just in time for him to make another. 

But then there times like tonight when I open the fridge to find Colin's stuffed pop bottle and watermelon on the shelf that I can't help but laugh.

Then I close the door, turn around and trip on a garbage truck.

The up's and down's of parenthood.

 There's nothing like it.