Seriously?

What a morning I had.

To start things off, it was Mike's turn to get up with the kids. Well, since Mike was up until late working he got the kids up and then came straight back to bed. I woke up to the sound of objects being thrown. When I came downstairs, I found Tyson sitting on the computer desk. He had thrown everything that was on the desk behind the desk (this is including our digital camera, Yankee candles--the big jar ones, and my entire tray full of bills and important documents). Seriously?

Tyson had a doctor's appointement at 9:30am to get the bead he shoved up his nose removed. The doctor spent about 15min. trying to get the bead out and was UNsuccessfull--seriously? So tomorrow we have an appointment with someone else to get it "sucked" out--Dad, maybe we should have tried your straw idea :)

We went to playgroup at the library straight from the doctor's office. The kids had a great time playing, but Tyson kept running off. I think it was three times that I had to run all the way across a huge field after that kid. I would call his name over and over and he just kept on running--seriously??

I usually laugh about the excitement Tyson brings to our lives, but sometimes it is a bit too much. I swear that kid is going to be in the hospital before he turns 3. Seriously.