Boy wars and destruction have begun...

We had our first casualty of war in the house, and it was our poor wipes container. During a fierce shoving competition, Thing One pushed Thing Two backwards (though hardly a fair fight considering the 13 month age difference, although only 1 pound apart) and Thing Two landed on the wipes container. It was closed at the time, but somehow the lid was broken clean off the top. Remind me to hide all breakable and valuable items somewhere far away until my boys go off to college. Maybe the addition of a sweet little girl will temper their battles, but maybe not. Besides, with the ultrasound results from last week declaring her 2.7 pounds at 27 weeks, and in the 81st percentile, it looks like we have a bruiser on our hands. Who knows, maybe she'll be the one to shove the older two around with her little pink painted fingernailed hands. Aaah, I can't wait!