We were woken up this morning to sreams of "MOMMY, I NEED HELP GETTING OUT OF NOAH'S CRIB!!!!!"
What? Where? Is this a dream? Ah crap they're up already. For Pete's sake, now I have to get out of bed...
When I went into my sweet angels room this is what I saw....
Both of them in the crib?? The toys from the toy box emptied into the crib?? Marker everywhere!! And then the Beebs looks at me at says "What?". Did he really just say what -- in 'that' tone?!?!? I'm like, dude what the sam are you guys doing? He says "Noah did it." Hmm, I didn't realize Noah was so skilled at drawing little creatures.
Wow.
Wow that we're up before the birds on yet another Saturday. Wow that no matter where I hide those darn markers one always seems to find it's way into their mischievous hands. Wow that by 9 am both boys have had a soak in the tub, the marker-ridden sheets, blankets and clothes have been washed, the entire crib has been scrubbed down and I've put ALL the upstairs toys into the garage for 'quiet time'.
To top it all off, they were both so proud to point out the stories and meanings behind all their drawings. Gosh. It's hard to hide the smidgen of delight I'm feeling when I'm supposed to be all 'parenty' and disciplinary.
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