That's the theme of my life, I guess...forevermore!
We get back from the gym this morning and the kids went down in the basement to play. I'm feeling pretty good b/c we made it through an entire spin class without anyone crapping their pants - including me. Go me!
All of the sudden, I hear this scratching noise. I know it can't be chalk b/c I took all of that away yesterday after I caught the Crazies drawing all over the frog chair from PB...seriously???? Decorate your most expensive gift...nice, kids.
Indeed, I had missed one tiny little piece of chalk in my haste to save the Frog...
Notice my lists...we're going to NY later on this week and I am very organized about packing...the most important things being my blanket (WTF?), hair stuff, and makeup, of course.
There it is...the hand of the culprit...notice that little bitty blue mark on her hand? Yes, well, this is when I realized that this didn't really look blue enough to have done all of the damage. Too bad...she was already in time out and didn't have the verbal skills to explain that Matt had actually caused most of the damage. I saw blue, I put blue child in time out...trust me...Matt landed there too after I caught a glimpse of his hand. I just wasn't able to wrestle him to the ground to get a picture.



10 comments:
Ahhhhh!!!! And blue is the worst color chalk to deal with... Poor you!! Thank you for the pictures, the visuals helped your case.
If that tastes as good as it looks, I think I would let them continue on with the chalk until I finished in peace! It's just the basement, right?? : )
I love to see chalk drawings on sidewalks and driveways. It's a joyful sign of young, innocent times.
your pictures are awesome...great storytelling.
You honestly crack me up! I love that you find humor in it! And double- Yum on the cake!
I love it. You had me hooked with the pictures and the story to go with them. I'm a total nut about packing too these days, especially if traveling by plane. I put together a packing list in Excel that is split into two, one list of items to bring with and another list of items to buy there. I even note which bag every item is packed in, check it off as it goes in the bag and then print the list to take with. That way I go ~less~ crazy trying to find things when we're there and I'm out of my element. Totally anal, I know.
That is awesome- in a I-can-totally-relate-and-wouldn't-share-my-ice-cream-cake either kind of way!
When we redid our basement, we thought it'd be fun to paint that magnetic, chalkboard paint on a small section of the wall so the kids could draw with chalk and use their magnets on there. Well the magnetic paint isn't worth anything and I'm too scared the kids will make a mess of chalk to let them draw on the wall...so that work was for nothing.
A friend insisted the other day that chalk cleans up really easy and washes out great, so to let them have at it...was she lying to me??
And that ice cream cake...yum!!!! (I'd be one to go to spin and pick up a 500 calorie iced coffee drink on the way home...)
And yes, you are eating it directly out of the box. Win.
I would SHIT if (when) I catch Tyler writing on walls.
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