Today I was changing baby's diaper. His pee-pee pulls into the shaft so I poke it back out. Mr 8 and Mr 5 laughed and laughed at that and each had to have a turn poking his pee-pee back out.

While I was kneeling on the floor the change the diaper when Mr. 8 year old jumped on my bent back. OUCH! Mr. 5 year old was trying to stick a lego spear into baby's ear, then into his nose, then on his forehead as a unicorn horn. They were being loud, crazy, silly, and pooor baby looked scared to death. "Leave! Now!" I said.

How do things get out of hand like this so quickly?

Tonight Mr. 8 did his homework all by himself without prodding, prompting, crying, begging, screaming, bribing, threatening... of course he did it to get to go to fund raiser night at chuck e cheese before baseball. He didn't make it in time. But I was proud of him for being responsible. The screaming when he didn't make it in time was painful though.