When the big kids were little, Quinn and I had a rule: on Sunday afternoons, one parent had to be awake and in the same room as the kids while the other parent napped.
This particular Sunday, I was napping in our room and Quinn was in the family room with the 2 kids. Imagine my surprise when I come out from my nap and find Tag had unzipped his fuzzy sleeper, had pulled out the pans and the flour (we hadn't put child locks on the cupboards yet, I guess) and was happily making a big mess! Quinn was stretched out on the family room couch sound asleep with little Tayler beside him.
Cleaning up the mess was horrible I'm sure, but today, many years later I don't remember cleaning it up. I see these pictures and just laugh. I remember that this was the sight that greeted me when I got up from my nap. I remember how much fun my little son was having mixing and pouring and dumping...
