Lipsmacker Masterpiece

Mia came running to me in the laundry room to report "Luke's a BIG brava!" I wasn't sure what I would find. She told me on the way to the kitchen he had colored all over his hand. Not a big deal. Even the lipsmackers all over his face, I wasn't upset about. He has 4 sisters and the house is really overflowing with the stuff. I can't blame him. I washed his hands and face and threw away the destroyed lip smacker. It wasn't until a few minutes later that I noticed where he had created his masterpiece, the front of the dishwasher. Thankfully, it wiped up super easy with just a paper towel. No harm, no foul. I was just glad it wasn't smashed into the carpet or anything worse.

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"The Toy Snuck In My Pocket."

Emily pulled out a little Halloween stamper from her pocket about an hour after arriving home from the Party store. At first she said it "Snuck into her pocket" and with further probing she said she got it at school...Which I almost believed because they do come home with little toys like that.... But my interrogating skills clicked in and I probed further.

I asked, "Are you sure it didn't come from somewhere else." She then changed her story to "Ummm I got it from my class at Church." Which immediately made my heart sink and I knew my little girl had stolen it from the store. I told her it was better to tell the truth and go and pay for it, than to lie and get into big trouble. Which is when Ben decided to sing..."She stole it from the store, she stole it from the store...she's going to jail." Despite Ben's threats...Emily confessed that she had picked it up off the floor of the store and put it in her pocket. So then of course, we had to drive all the way back down to the Party store where Emily and I explained to the cashier what happened and that she was ready to pay for it. Emily paid the 39 cents out of her own money and the cashier thanked her for being honest.
Hopefully this little life lesson sticks with her the next time she's tempted to sneak something into her pocket.

"Um.. he was in the potty."

While I was on the phone with Sunny, I thought the kids were just playing in the hall with all the doors closed. Apparently, Evie had to go potty and forgot to close the door when she was done and more importantly forgot to flush. Stewie came crawling up to me sopping wet. When I asked Evie why he was wet, she said, "Um.. he was in the potty." My picture isn't very good, but there was pee potty water all over the floor and of course he had to pull out the used toilet paper and shred it into little bits.

"Oh, Stewie!"

These pictures aren't doing it justice. Stewie got a hold of Evie's bike streamers and went to town. There were sparkly streamers scattered throughout the house. I was worried about Evie when she saw what he had done. Bless her little heart, all she said was, "Oh Stewie! He forgot to put those streamers back on my bike."

Pooh-Disaster

Last week a Pooh-Disaster took place. I went to change the laundry to the dryer and within that 60 seconds there was a pooh explosion. I came back and found little Stew covered in pooh. I looked at Evie and she said, "Um.. Stewie went poop." It was all over him- his shirt, his hands, his legs. Luckily, he had a pacifier in his mouth, otherwise I'm sure he would have gone in for a taste. It was everywhere. It was smeared on the baby gate, on the wall and several places on the carpet. I've never seen so much come out of one little person in my life. He knew he was busted and when I went to grab him he took off crawling and as his little bum went back and forth poop would fly out the back. It was awful. In hindsight, I should have taken a picture but in the moment all I could think about was how do I contain the mess.

Why I have a lock on the pantry.

So I've been lazy. The kids have been fairly good lately...thus, I've been getting into the shower without another thought. Not anymore. I came out with my towel on and found that the kids had dumped an entire new box of fruity pebbles (which is one of Jonathan's favorites) on the floor and decided to eat it like dogs. I told Ben to get the broom and clean it up since it was still fairly contained. I left to put clothes on and when I came back...all the cereal had been crunched on and lodged into all the crevices of my distressed floors. And of course I had just mopped the day before. I had to sweep, then vacuum, then mop once more because of all the tongue smears of chewed up cereal. The picture shown is the one of fairly contained cereal. I was too mad when I came out and saw what had happened in the two minutes that I was gone.