If you ever come to my house and I tell you to go away, do not take offense. It's not that I don't like you or that I don't want to talk (Obviously I am never at a loss for words!) If I refuse to stand and chat it is because this is the type of shit that happens when I try to be polite and listen to a neighbor or friend ramble on incessantly and I do not know where my kids have run off to. Being polite just doesn't pay in this house. Why? Because I was blessed with children who know how to climb on each others shoulders to reach no no things like acrylic paint.
Ummmm...you're a little young for a beard, aren't you?
...on the walls, the mirrors, their faces, ...
The purses I bought for the Fall Boutique!
Luckily I planned on keeping this one and the rest escaped with narry a mark!
I think that they were trying to glue my butt to the seat.
Seriously...is it noon yet because I really need a drink...and neighbors who don't talk so much!
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And this is why there are blotches of purple fabric paint all over the playroom carpet. Ain't motherhood grand?
i love that you are good humored enough to take pictures of moments like this. i often wonder if i'm the only one. you know... someone gets a bloody nose due to crashing into a wall and i yell, "hold on! let me get the camera!" yes. blogging on our family website is seriously warping me...
Mine painted the couch cushions with fingernail polish(which is now a permanent part of our living room decor) and covered herself(arms, legs, face and hair) with her older sister's gooey sparkley lip gloss that she snuck in and took from the confiscation drawer in my bathroom.
Oh my! The things they get into when we are not looking!
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