It happened.

The kids ate the freaking cat food yesterday. I had been waiting for it to happen for months now. I was cleaning dishes and normally always remember to shut the laundry room door so they can play in the kitchen while I'm in there too. All of a sudden, I realized the kids had been suspiciously quiet for a little tooooo long and my stomach sank as I knew in my gut what they were up to. Sure enough... both of them were elbows deep in cat food and contently crunching and crunching away. I had to fight them to get that crap out of their cheeks and out of their tightly clutched fists. I was seriously on the edge of puking.

Go figure that the turdlettes won't eat their vegetables but they'll eat that stuff! Pew!

Now I'm just waiting for one of them to take a dump in the bathtub.

Also, Callie sat on Wyatt's head today because he wouldn't give her back her toy. I hope she pulls that same move when she's a teenager and some boy tries to kiss her.

So, it's been Wyatt's turn to assume the freakazoid crown. His new thing is fake laughing. If anyone is laughing within his earshot, the kid busts out with the fakest laugh ever. When we try to include him in whatever is making us laugh, he doesn't seem to find it funny at all. He's social laughing only. Heaven forbid we actually try and make him laugh for real because he doesn't know what to do and gets annoyed that we interrupted him from his fake laughing.

Our little Muslim

Here's a little clip of him walking last night.