Picasso Strikes Again!

I was 'one of those' women convinced I'd never let my children color on furniture, write on walls or do anything remotely undignified as crushing crayons into the carpet.  Seriously, all one need do is watch your children and they won't destroy the leather ottoman you got on clearance for a truly 'irreplaceable' price, right?

Then I had twins and those twins became toddlers . . . I promise to never judge another mother (so long as we both shall live).  After an entire day of fighting for the same exact toy, crying because one was staring into the other's personal space, and demanding to be carried from Point A to Point B and then back again, come 5 o'clock Mommy was relieved by the quiet contentment a few crayons and a coloring book could bring.  

Of course, that contentment turned into the unusual sound of scrapping against the wall.  A sound that falls into the 'things that shouldn't make a noise when you're playing' category.  Yup, my little delinquents were coloring on the wall--right beside me.  I've no credible excuse for not catching the vandals before it was too late.

Many heart-felt thanks to Mr. Clean and his Magic Eraser (so refreshing when a product actually lives up to its fanciful name).

Well, of course, I took a picture of the bandits caught in the act.  

I'm saving these moments for my 'Your First Real Paycheck 

Should Buy Mommy A Diamond Necklace' scrapbook.

Let's Just Say

I'm thrilled this is not me.  We don't know them, but their story was a possible path for us at one time.  I'm sending them a ton blessings on a challenging, yet rewarding, life.

Strange Things Happen When The Sun Goes Down

Yesterday two tricycles arrived in the mail for Finn & Belle!  They're 'early' birthday presents from Nana & Pap Pap and couldn't have come at a better time.  The weather is perfect right now and the only place the twins want to be is outside in their wagon or blowing bubbles (very charmed life, indeed).

With the introduction of these little trikes comes the official end to my quest for parking both cars in our two car garage (shoot me if we ever become a three car family before there are three legitimate drivers in this household).

Next step, Tricycle Pronunciation and Physical Training School.  Right now they're called 'cycles' and only seem to work when Mommy pushes them . . .

Here's some photos of the new wheels (What?  You thought they'd be of the twins?  Haven't you seen enough of them already!?!):

For some reason, a wave of nostalgia convinced me this was not only possible, but also would be fun--in the end it just made me feel way, way, way too old.  I remember rockin' the Hot Wheels 3-Wheeler back in 'da day' at my Grandma's--that ride did not feel so . . . snug.

There were a few minutes when we thought an emergency run to Toys R Us would be necessary to replace one little boy's dream--crisis averted!

Crimes Against Technology

Most of my mommy friends have iPhones. and apparently they all look like this.  I can't WAIT to get mine!  I wonder if Apple will ship it already broken and save me the hassle.