Yesterday, while the baby was sleeping,
We painted,
and painted some more. And then I answered the phone...
I'm not sure it was a good idea (by the way - that's paint, not blood)
I will spare you the next two hours - during which there were baths and then #3 napped and #2 sat in timeout for painting his brother and I cleaned up. And then #2 watched a movie and I fell into my chair and dozed until a baby cried because painting wore me out. It just plain wore me out.
Peek-a-boo.
Whatcha taking another picture for, Mom?
#2's first written note. Can you see what it says? Look carefully.
3 comments:
The paint...oh the horror of it. *LOL* hopefully it was easier to get off than markers.
Does his not say "Zip I love you"
Who's zip?
and did he write it on the wall?
I thought #3 had done that to himself...wow, not too much skin was missed.
These little ones keep us on our toes, don't they? It's always something here on a daily basis. :)
Your boys are terribly cute though.
I LOVE it! Oh the memories!
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