I found my two sweet boys sitting on the floor with their hands in the flour tub flinging it around the kitchen. Gregger's response was "I not do it. Connor did it" Mind you his hands were full of flour he was ready to fling and they were both white with flour. Not to mention Connor can't open this cupboard. Turns out Greg opened the cupboard and they both emptied it. Connor can open the containers. Good times for me. I didn't know which mess to try and clean up first. So I stripped my boys down and locked all of the kids downstairs with me. Dave had a nice surprise when he came home. A soggy basement, messy kids, a flour coated kitchen and a panicked wife. Turns out the pipe for the washer discharge came out and made a nice pond between the walls which was seaping out all over the girl's closet and out into the hall. We seemed to have cleaned it all up. But oh the stench. The girl's had to sleep in the playroom it was so bad. A large box of arm and hammer later it seems better. I don't think a smell that bad came from one flood. I'm pretty sure some previous tenants contributed. But I'm afraid to tell the landlord because I don't want to pay any damages. I'm guessing a couple tenants in a row doing this probably led to the smell.
Connor and his new girlfriend Lucy. She loves to pound on him :) Connor's plenty used to it so he doesn't mind. She crawled right over and sat on his lap. So sweet.
My little kitchen helper. Greg loves to help me cook dinner. He's covering his ears because apparantly the toaster is scary. (yes we had toast for dinner they'll live)