Oh, what a week we are having.

Some friends are visiting from out of town. (Side note: Portland, OR, why must you steal our friends away? And why must you be so far away? Also, I am jealous of your fresh produce.)

We spent a morning at the beach with them, which led to Sadie taking a long late nap, which led to a funked-out bedtime, which has led to crazy off-schedule sleep all week. Hooray. But the beach part and the visiting part were awesome.

Then there was the thing with Owen’s arm, which will, I hope, be resolved ever so soon. Perhaps at the orthopedist tomorrow.

And now two of my kids are playing with water (one in the tub, one in the sink), and I am thankful for a laptop that can move about the house so I have something to do while supervising said water play.

The space bar on said laptop is sticking. Irk. Now I may be less thankful and more annoyed.

The water has begun mysteriously migrating out of sink and tub and onto children and counter and floor. Can you call it “mysteriously” when you can plainly see Audrey splashing and pouring the water?

Towels are being called into duty. Clearly we had too many clean towels, and the children are helping to remedy the situation.

Water toys (aka measuring cups and spoons) are now rapidly joining the ranks of the wet towels on the floor. Some might say they are being flung to the floor. “Some” would be right.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand I think we’re done with water play for the day.

Alrighty then. I think the take-home point is this: I would like if nothing else “exciting” could happen for a while. That would be okay with me. (The moral of the story, of course, is: Water and toddlers and the indoors do not mix, even when toddlers are tired out, even if you’re trying to keep them entertained and away from an injured sibling. But I bet you already knew that.)