CANDY!!!

Soooo...this happened.

Dinner had been eaten, showers had been taken, toys had been cleaned up, babies had been pajama-ed, and Daddy was getting bottles.  Nine o'clock at night.

I went to the kitchen to start emptying a crock pot of chili into freezer container before bed.  Jack filled bottles and we chatted.  Both babies were playing happily.  Jack finished up and then took the trash out.

I could see Baby Girl a few feet away, standing up with her pudgy little fingers wrapped around the gate bars and shaking them like she was convinced eventually she would break that bastard gate.  Baby Boy was out of my line of vision, but every time I yelled his name he yelled back, "Mama, I share!"

I assumed, naively, that he was "sharing" his Leap Pad with me.  I had just downloaded a few new games and gave it to him to check out before leaving to ladle chili.  So it made sense that he thought we were sharing and it was his turn, since I had just had it.  Hmmmm....no.

I finish the chili, scoop up Baby Girl and walk around the corner to find Baby Boy sitting in a giant pile of candy wrappers - chocolate smeared across his guilty face, with MY stocking sitting next to him on the chaise.  There were at least a dozen chocolate wrappers, my stocking was empty, and his Leap Pad was exactly where I left it.  The ENTIRE TIME I was in the kitchen, this little thief had been eating my candy...five minutes before we went to bed.

Needless to say, our normal half hour bed time routine turned into two hours.  Most of that was spent physically reining him in after bouncing in the bed, "hugging" the sleeping dogs, or just running the hallway.  I am still afraid the worst is yet to come.  A toddler belly really can't keep that all in, can it? 

I foresee vomit in my future.

Motherhood.  The most glamorous job on the planet.