Every now and again your kids will drive you nuts. It's just part of life. It doesn't mean you don't love them, or that they are bad kids. It's just that your kids will have an unreasonably large amount of energy compared to your own and you just won't know what to do with them. Today was such a day.

To say that David is a wild child compared to Breanne is an understatement. I am certain that over the course of his toddlerhood my little man will force me to purchase every baby proofing contraption ever made just to keep him safe, while for Breanne we bought...next to nothing. Now to be clear, he is in no way a bad kid. He is curious, energetic, sly and tall which makes it easier for him to get to things his older sister may not have had the reach for. At 14 months he can get his fingertips to the first burner on the stove.

Enter cousin C. A much older and wiser toddler, who knows about things such a lolly pops, glitter pens and mud pies and suddenly we have a dynamic duo that is sure to turn me gray earlier than otherwise necessary.

This is when newspapers come in handy. The kids don't read, they don't care what the president signed, who was found on what street corner or what the stock market is doing. They just know that they can destroy it. Rip it, crumble it, shake it, tear it to pieces, it really doesn't matter as long as they don't eat it. And that's what they do. For at least 20 minutes they will sit screaming and laughing and ripping a pile of paper to shreds and I get 20 minutes to myself...granted, not quiet minutes, but minutes non the less.