I would send them a smell-a-blog of roses. I would have preferred roses over what I got when I opened the door to Kayden's room the other day...
These nasty little hands, which I normally find so precious and nom-able, made a MESS. To say the least.
Kayden seemed ecstatic to show me her 'artwork'...
And confused as to why I was making the "I might die/puke/cry/whywhywhy" face...
But as soon as she realized that I was laughing at the same time as almost crying and puking she went along gleefully to show me that she didn't miss a spot on anything she could reach.
You would think I would only let this happen once right? Wrong. This was actually the second time. The first time, I woke up to her happily occupying herself in her room so I decided to get some things done. Twenty minutes later, I went in, to find a mess, not as bad (but obviously always bad), but a mess none the less. I did the whole sha-band of wipe down and vowed that it would never happen again. Not on my watch at least. (Daddy was lucky enough to be at work). Welp, the other day I heard her wake up from her nap, and went in right away leaving her no time, or so I thought. She is a silent artist. A sneaky one. A proud one. And hopefully a never-again-one.
I recently came across a blogger who had posted about her daughter smuggling in a purple permanent marker ... eeek! Ya. <-- Take a look. Scary!
My point...
Kayden, I will always support you. Shoot for the stars baby girl. But I plead and beg for you to never show your artistic abilities in the following ways:
- Purple permanent markers. Or any color for that matter. Mommy's very anal about the walls, lets put that out there right now.
- No poop anymore, that'd be great, thank you!
- Playing hairdresser on anyone that is an alive, moving, breathing, creature.
- Make-up disasters. Nail polish disasters. Paint disasters. My poor poor carpet.
- Carving. Somehow wood shouts "please carve into me" to all children.
-xo-
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