Okay- this one is coming off the press a few months late, however, I was organizing/reviewing photos last night, and came across these gems. I took these to commemorate a particularly, um,
interesting day that the kids and I had the privilege to experience together.
To start off, the four-year old was very interested in seeing how his project from Sunday School was doing. He is holding the project- the bottom quarter of a 2-liter soda bottle with soil and grass seed. He drew a face for the front of the thing, and the goal was to grow the grass "hair" and be able to cut it. Well, in his enthusiasm, he dropped it on the floor (remember, the soil in this thing is wet from being watered recently) and I found the dear little guy trying to clean up the mess with a tissue. (That means he was basically rubbing the soil into the light colored carpet!)
The three-year old got up, and was, literally, a bloody mess. She had managed to have a nosebleed in the early hours of the morning, resulting in blood spots all over her bed, blanket, pillow, PJs, and face. She got washed, everything else got a bit of hydrogen peroxide, Biz (my favorite weapon of the laundry room), and a good washing!
In the meantime, the poor little almost-1-year old is stuck in his exersaucer, crying in sympathy for his mommy. Okay- that's a bit of an exaggeration- he was crying because he was hungry, and mommy had plopped him there so she could race around to start damage control on the other household incidents!
A little later, after sanity had been restored, we enjoyed some time in the great outdoors. Our children have a natural affinity to dirt, and of course, that means someone had to try and bring in a container full of the stuff! Mommy's instructions were to leave the dirt outside. She, however, didn't specify WHERE the dirt needed to go. Logically, of course, the brain of a preschooler says to just dump it wherever- as long as it's outside. In the future, Mommy will specify and supervise the dumping of dirt!
Finally, as the clean laundry was drying on the line (bye-bye blood spots), someone (some
two) thought it would be fun to go tearing through the sheets. Unfortunately, my clothespins are not engineered to withstand such forces, and well, you can see the results for yourself! Thankfully, we had lunch, nap, and David then came home and took everyone ( to the library for a little while!
To start off, the four-year old was very interested in seeing how his project from Sunday School was doing. He is holding the project- the bottom quarter of a 2-liter soda bottle with soil and grass seed. He drew a face for the front of the thing, and the goal was to grow the grass "hair" and be able to cut it. Well, in his enthusiasm, he dropped it on the floor (remember, the soil in this thing is wet from being watered recently) and I found the dear little guy trying to clean up the mess with a tissue. (That means he was basically rubbing the soil into the light colored carpet!)
The three-year old got up, and was, literally, a bloody mess. She had managed to have a nosebleed in the early hours of the morning, resulting in blood spots all over her bed, blanket, pillow, PJs, and face. She got washed, everything else got a bit of hydrogen peroxide, Biz (my favorite weapon of the laundry room), and a good washing!
In the meantime, the poor little almost-1-year old is stuck in his exersaucer, crying in sympathy for his mommy. Okay- that's a bit of an exaggeration- he was crying because he was hungry, and mommy had plopped him there so she could race around to start damage control on the other household incidents!
A little later, after sanity had been restored, we enjoyed some time in the great outdoors. Our children have a natural affinity to dirt, and of course, that means someone had to try and bring in a container full of the stuff! Mommy's instructions were to leave the dirt outside. She, however, didn't specify WHERE the dirt needed to go. Logically, of course, the brain of a preschooler says to just dump it wherever- as long as it's outside. In the future, Mommy will specify and supervise the dumping of dirt! 
Finally, as the clean laundry was drying on the line (bye-bye blood spots), someone (some two) thought it would be fun to go tearing through the sheets. Unfortunately, my clothespins are not engineered to withstand such forces, and well, you can see the results for yourself! Thankfully, we had lunch, nap, and David then came home and took everyone ( to the library for a little while!
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