Mission Log of the Diabolical Baby Brigade

 As Logged By:  Agent Chase   An Easter celebration with family Can be crazy with my Uncle Stanley. He plots and schemes on where to hide The eggs filled with goodies inside.   I do love a bit of fun So I've made some eggs for everyone. A little surprise awaits them all. Did Uncle Stanley take a backward fall?   Ah, a sunny day and family all around.   Don't worry, Daddy.  Don't you fret, Mommy.  This diabolical mastermind has no intentions of pulling off any dastardly mayhem.  My diabolical schemes are special, just for you.   Easter celebration is the best.  He is risen.  Yes!   What a way to celebrate than by filling Easter eggs and hiding them all around?  I dare say, I might like searching through the ground.  Especially, if I find any chocolate with peanut butter filling inside.     "Don't let the kids see where I'm going!"  Crazy Uncle Stanley hisses as he darts past with a bag full of...

 As Logged By: Agent West  Planting season is here at last, So Mommy's having a big old blast. Tomatoes, cucumbers, and radishes.  Oh, my! It's too much for this diabolical guy.   The tomatoes?  I wouldn't touch those! Not even with Granny's water hose. Where are those bright red globs? All I see are stringy, green blobs.    Mommy is at it again.  She has her seeds, her pots, her tools, and her dirt.   That awesomely awesome dirt.   But!  I've learned my lesson.  Don't pull the seedlings.  Even if they don't look at cool as the coolness of dirt.  Don't pull the seedlings!   The dining table is filled with trays.  Some for cucumbers, yuck!  Some for flowers, meh.  Some for radishes, oh no.  One touch from a warm day and they turn into firecrackers of spicy heat!   There's no room to play.  There's no room to run.  There's no room to throw spitballs, or toot bombs, or have any typ...

 As Logged By: Agent Rose Agent Rose's Mom    I typed and typed and typed away. Chicken Soup for the Soul accepted it, hurray! Rosie doesn't care a lick She just wants to poke it with a stick.   Knock, knock on the door? Is Grampa in an uproar? A story about him is in a book! Watch him go completely bazook!  "Yes, Dad," I say into the phone.  All the while, I'm keeping my eye on a certain little lady whose hand keeps diabolically reaching into a nook that must be hiding something sneaky.  "The title is Chicken Soup for the Soul:  What I Learned from My Dog ."  "You say it's the story about me and Tank?"  He giddily asks and I try to remember when was the last time I heard him this excited.  "Where can I buy it?"   "It's available at Amazon and Barnes and Noble , but I have your copy here."   CLUNK!   The phone lines drops.  Am I concerned?  Of course, I am!   Dad almost had a heart attack last Christma...

 As Logged By: Agent Chase   Shower time is so Mommy can relax. She always makes it steam to the max. When will her singing come to an end? My sanity is about to bend!   Bath time for baby, too? What is a diabolical mastermind to do? Should I turn the cold on full blast?  Will that get her screaming real fast?   "Sorry, Chase," Daddy apologizes when I try a pout.  "You know how much Mommy likes to relax when it's her time for a shower."   Yes, of course I know.  I know all about Mommy's special shower time.   "LA!  LA!  LA!  LA!  LA!  LA!  LA!"   Oh, please!  Make it stop!   Mommy is singing and she's getting louder and louder.  Someone, please, make it stop!   I have plenty of stink bombs.  I've even got a toot I've been holding in.  Please, just let me sneak into the bathroom once to set some sort of stink off.  That will stop Mommy's singing.  That will save my eard...

 As Logged By:  Agent West   In the window and along the wall. On my sippy cup and in the hall.  The little bugs lurk everywhere, Including in Mommy's hair.   Can I catch every single one? Or will they attack until I run? This diabolical dude is on a quest I will not stop until I'm the best!    What is taking over my house!?!?!?!?   What are these little, red bugs with black spots?     Are they poisonous?  Will they bite?  AHH!  They're all over the window!  Quick, someone, they're everywhere!   "Ooh, look West," Mommy coos as she guides one onto her finger.  "We've got a ladybug visitor."   Have you looked around, Mommy?  We don't have one.  We have one hundred and one!     She may be fooled by their cute colors, but I won't be so easily tricked.  I'll splat and smack every single one, until I rid the entire house of them!    Look at all of those bugs, crawling up the...

 As Logged By: Agent Rose   An achy head is never fun. Nor is a nose that wants to run. A sore throat makes it hard to eat, I can't even handle my favorite sweet!    Will this bug ever go away? Will I feel like myself at the end of the day? Here comes Mommy to offer some comfort To all of this discomfort.   I'm sorry Agent Chase, I'm sorry Agent West.   My diabolical plans must be delayed.   I'm too sick to think, I'm too sick to scheme.  My achy head makes it hard to move, and my stuffy nose makes my face feel like a swollen balloon.   All I want to do is sleep, but sleep keeps evading me.   My eyelids will droop, just before my nose decides to sound a loud hoot, snoot, toot!  Rolling over doesn't help.  All it does is make me head feel as heavy as an anvil.   Oh, why won't this bug go away!?   "WAAAAHHHHH!  WAAAAAAHHHHH!  WWAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"   "It's okay, Sweetie," Mommy comes hurrying in.  "I'm he...

 As Logged By: Agent Chase  Daylight savings has left this diabolical baby Wishing for a nap, or two, even three.  Maybe? The government said they'd fix it. Why, then, is Mommy buttering my biscuit?   Maybe Gobbles can be diabolical. Except he's not all that maniacal. Sleep, sleep, sleep, I say. I'll be diabolical another day.  Shush!   Too much moving through the house.  Mommy and Daddy, SHUSH!   The sun isn't even out!   "Wakey, wakey, Little Chase," Mommy whispers as she tiptoes closer.  "It's time to get up."   Impossible!  As I said, the sun isn't even out!  How could it possibly be going on eight?  How could...     NO!   I turn my groggy head to the side.  On the night stand, the little clock flashes eight o'clock.  No sun, no cheery birds chirping, no snuggly warm sun rays stretching through my window.  That can only mean one thing.   It's Daylight Savings time.   An...