
Well I am really starting to think that posting all these stories is labling in me a as a bad mom. But I want who ever reads these to know that these thing happen in a matter of seconds. LITERALLY my mom can attest to this. I have yet another funny story about Wes. I Wes in making a grocery list. Wes was supposed to be watching cartoons and playing with his cars. Well I had refilled the Valentines candy bowl and "hid" the candy in my closet. Top shelf thinking that it was high enough and in a bag that Wes wouldn't realize what was in it. Well I have to say he must have got his sniffer from his Grandma Tracy. Because as I am making my grocery list I heard a huge crash that sounded like it was coming from my closet. I went running to find this pile of cloths. I was so angry I was yelling for Wes and couldn't find him I was thinking he was hiding under the cloths, but he wasn't there and he wasn't answering me because he knew he was in trouble. I was in such a fluster. I ran out of the closet looking in all of Wesley's usual hiding places; under the bed, behind my dresser and the babies room, all in a matter of seconds. I ran back to the closet and looked up and there he was curled up in a ball on the top shelf with candy in hand and a silly little smerk on his face. Don't ask why I didn't look up in the first place.