Man, I was on a roll today! I woke up before the alarm clock without grumpiness, I fixed top notch breakfasts for my kiddos, and even finished the laundry (including wet sheets) before I had to pick up Jacob from school! My kids were happy, I was happy; Bring on Number Three, I was thinking, piece of cake!
Then this happened:
I mistakenly thought I would practice handwriting and the fifty states with Jacob this afternoon for thirty minutes while Adam played quietly at the train table, or so I thought. I kept glancing at that little angel, with his back to me, and smiling thinking what an awesome little kid he is all while Jacob is reading and writing and pointing out states on a map and I am like, man, I need tissues, my kids are so cute. Then the lesson ended and I called for Adam and he came running, black marker in tow, teeth as black as night, even his scalp was colored.
Now, any other day I might have flipped out, but since I have already spoken with poison control about this very issue, I decided to find the humor in it and let him spend some time in one of his favorite places, the bath. Jacob, of course, not to miss out on a good time, proceeded to mark himself up as well, but he cleaned most of it off before I could get a good picture of him. See, there are the faded remnants of Thomas the Tank Engine on his skinny torso, a good likeness I think.
It was all fun and good and we got a good laugh about it all. I did not realize until after I helped Adam walk upstairs that he had completely covered the soles of his feet with that marker. Until two weeks ago we had dark, green, ugly carpet so it wouldn't have made much of a difference. We now have light, almost white (yes I picked it, I'm a moron) carpet....and now that has little black foot prints on every step. OOPS. I am wondering if Kiwi can come out before my husband comes home.
I Should Have Known
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