Today while I was in the kitchen washing dishes, like the dutiful wife that I am, my kids were headed towards Drew’s room. Not wanting to leave them alone for any length of time I went back to the room to check on them and was greeted by the familiar smell of Bleach. I looked down and Drew had gotten a hold of my Bleach pen. He had dripped it several places on the carpet and was about to make a bleach drawing on his magna-doodle. Drew, of course, got in trouble. However, the problem with this situation is that it is really MY fault this happened. I underestimated the abilities of my son. He can open doors. He can find anything to help him climb up to an object that is out of reach. I should have known better than to leave my Bleach pen anywhere in plain site where he could get it. I felt terrible that this happened-and now we have several discolored polka-dots on our new carpet. All I could think was, “Great! How am I gonna tell Kevin about this one?!” My explanation for this one (and other mishaps like it) is that it is virtually impossible to keep up with, foresee EVERY potential problem that might have a possibility of happening with my two year olds vastly multiplying abilities. Fortunately, Kevin dealt with it much better than I expected, but was rather miffed at me for a good deal of time tonight. OH, this sucks! These are just the painful little things that you can do nothing about and you have to just let go and not worry about.
In better news: I hate to be all, “Look what I got!” But this particular goody benefits y’all too. Finally. My. New. Camera! Lets hope this one passes the hubby test so we can keep it! Here’s the following to celebrate.
Drew muggin’ it for the new cam…
My hottie of a hubby, even if he is mad at me.
Can’t forget my sleepy baby. And would you just get a load of those luscious lips!
Behold the fate of my only tomatoes this year. Anyone got a good recipe for fried green tomatoes?
Drew and I, doing much better today : )