Wah Hah Hah Hah!

Notice anything different about my door? An added feature perhaps? Something in the way of a brand new lock, towards the top where Preston can't reach, even with a chair? (For now anyway.)
Installed today by yours truly. Preston has been brought back to our home by one of our neighbors a few times too many. It was necessary. What kind of mother must they think I am anyway? "Ummm... Here is your kid. Again. Found him halfway down the street." Honestly. We'll see how long it keeps him in. He's already been putting his little evil genius brain to work trying to figure it out. If I survive this kid, it will be a miracle.

Barnacles and Tartar Sauce

I think Vivi has watched a little too much Sponge Bob lately. Should I even be admitting this? Every time she drops something, or has any kind of oops, I'll hear, "Oh barnacles", or, "Oh, tartar sauce!". While it is pretty funny, I think we'll be laying off the Sponge Bob cartoons for a while. :)