AHHH spring break dreaded by parents... loved by children. I was actually quite impressed this break with the evolution of my children's play together... although my poor smallest son seems to take the brunt of this creativity.. Day one.. the boys went in the playroom to "play dress-up" they were quiet and a heard a few muffled giggles.. I sat and enjoyed my morning coffee and apple(breakfast of a mummy) I would give the occasional yell "how's it going in there" "fine, fine we are having fun" my oldest would reply.. for some strange reason I can't explain today, I broke the cardinal rule of mummy-hood, I trusted my children.. D is seven what could they possibly do in the playroom.. my answer came walking out of the door wearing only a diaper and strangely resembling a Easter egg.. YES it's true they colored the baby.. every inch of his small plump body.. I freaked.."WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED!!" of course know one had a clue what happened.. my middle son " I dunno, he mus ta done it himself".. the oldest " I'm not sure I didn't see anything" so the baby looks like a rainbow barfed on him and know one has a clue how it happened? I have my suspicions, I assume they tag teamed him back and front.. the arms and legs probably one a piece and I am fairly positive he did his face himself.. and that was just day one
Day two..
baby crying oldest son D "Mummy the glue isn't working can we have the stapler?".. it's one of those moments in your life when your not really sure "do I want to know?".. well apparently the story is...it was my mum's birthday and they decided to mail the baby to her and where trying to get a postcard attached to his belly.. I did learn one thing in that fiasco, dish soap can work miracle on glue stick removal. he barely has any left on him.. I should probably add I replied NO to the suggestion of the stapler but they informed me that was okay they found some good tape..
and people wonder why I need hair dye and I'm not even thirty.. can you imagine what happened the rest of the week? sign in tomorrow and maybe I'll tell you
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