The 3 boys really keep me hopping and I often feel like I just chase after them or have them chase after me and clean up one mess after the other. Tonight Jude and I were baking some banana muffins and making some popsicles made out of yogurt, peaches and juices when Asher wedged his way into the fridge and grabbed a container I thought he shouldn’t have. I didn’t want to upset him, so I traded him for a large, full bottle of Gatorade, after ensuring the cap was screwed on tight. I never would have expected him to figure out how to open that container, but he managed to bash it enough times against the floor that he split the bottle open and was soon splashing in a pool of Gatorade all over kitchen floor. It’s one thing after the other around here!