Check It

My boys are turning into wild, wild little men. Running, leaping off furniture, hitting each other, yelling, mocking me and each other. All those things other people's bad children did that I assumed my kids wouldn't do, quite frankly, because they come from such good stock.

Hehehe. Hard to keep a straight face sometimes. 

Anyways, some afternoons are wild. WILD. But you know what calms them down? Cleaning. I spray windex, and they wipe. Wook, Momma, I cweaning. I cweaning good. 

This cleaning is exhausting and as it does with their dad, it makes Grady very tired after a few minutes and he goes to find something quiet to do by himself. I pat myself on the back and then clean the window they "cleaned". If they're looking that is, otherwise they get pissy when I touch their handiwork. 

This one though will stick with the task and will clean anything I spray. So task oriented. I spray, he wipes. Then he says, I done, Momma. And I'll say let me check it to make sure you cleaned it good, and I pretend to inspect. I'll either point out another area or I'll tell him he did a good job. And then he'll move on to another spot, and I go back to my cooking/dinner prep/washing lunch boxes until I hear Check IT! CHECK IT! as he jumps excitedly.

This can go on for a good 20 minutes or so, until I stop hearing Check It, and I start hearing he a bad boy!, which means Grady is no longer content being apart from his brother and now I have to figure out another way to keep them from being wild things.