The ladybugs can thank their lucky spots that they all got the memo and crawled out of the dome and into our bugsprayed yard :o). Lick your little feet, bugs.
Today I was on the phone w/ the place the kids' take swim lessons from, for the 3rd time...trying to schedule their classes for this summer. I'm ahead of the game, I know. It's the over-acheiver in me. I just have to fit so much stuff in that I have to book their lessons now or whine in August that we're sitting outside in 115 degrees while they're having lessons. Anyways, I was on the phone. The baby was squealing for joy over some new find, but since she wasn't crying...I let it go.
After 5 minutes on the phone (and still not making swim lesson dates), I found her sitting by the 'fridge. She had taken one of Bubby's marker-drawn pictures off of it, and had crumpled it beyond recognition. My first instinct was to hide the evidence that incriminated her before he saw what she had done. As I was peeling wet pieces of the former picture off of her face/hands/clothes, I realized that she had sucked all over the picture, too. Why not? I'm sure marker paper tastes outstanding.
That's when I realized that my child's hands/face/ears/arms/clothing had turned pretty shades of dark blue and black. Apparently washable marker also washes off of paper (and onto your baby) when she slimes it with her spit. Nice to know.
I should've gotten the camera out to take pictures of her new color...sort of a smurf, but not blue enough. Then I remembered that I was hiding the evidence, and if I photographed her....someone could like her to the crime.
Am I going to be like this when they're teens, too? Gosh, I hope not.
Today I was on the phone w/ the place the kids' take swim lessons from, for the 3rd time...trying to schedule their classes for this summer. I'm ahead of the game, I know. It's the over-acheiver in me. I just have to fit so much stuff in that I have to book their lessons now or whine in August that we're sitting outside in 115 degrees while they're having lessons. Anyways, I was on the phone. The baby was squealing for joy over some new find, but since she wasn't crying...I let it go.
After 5 minutes on the phone (and still not making swim lesson dates), I found her sitting by the 'fridge. She had taken one of Bubby's marker-drawn pictures off of it, and had crumpled it beyond recognition. My first instinct was to hide the evidence that incriminated her before he saw what she had done. As I was peeling wet pieces of the former picture off of her face/hands/clothes, I realized that she had sucked all over the picture, too. Why not? I'm sure marker paper tastes outstanding.
That's when I realized that my child's hands/face/ears/arms/clothing had turned pretty shades of dark blue and black. Apparently washable marker also washes off of paper (and onto your baby) when she slimes it with her spit. Nice to know.
I should've gotten the camera out to take pictures of her new color...sort of a smurf, but not blue enough. Then I remembered that I was hiding the evidence, and if I photographed her....someone could like her to the crime.
Am I going to be like this when they're teens, too? Gosh, I hope not.
posted by Beth @ 3:45 PM
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