How come chaos strikes when I plan to go get pictures made? This morning started of with my boy illustrating a series of lines some refer to as 'tattoos' on his body. Good thing he was wearing long sleeve and the damage was hide-able. Then I realized I had clothes picked out for everyone but myself. How did I manage that one? The box I needed was sitting right on top of all the other unpacked ones...lucky for me I recovered quickly. Then we arrive at the studio (no I didn't shoot these ones...but I probably should have) and Bear was asleep. No nap all day...until 4:10, the time of the appointment. Schedule? What's that? I do routines, not schedules. For as many times as we have traveled amongst different time zones (a day apart) my routine has payed off. Today? I dono what happened. Despite Kalee's best efforts to manually open his right eye, she was unsuccessful. Daddy managed to awaken him and we got some cute ones of all of us. Then I tried to get Kalee in for her 5 year old pictures and she chose against cooperating in that evolution...which resulted in us not taking her to the favorite treat place, Aunt Annie's Pretzel (funny how my kids choose pretzels over ice cream...who would have guessed). Bear on the other hand went crazy over a prop...the latter. With all this painting recently I leave them up while I go wash the paint brushes...well that was until I found him on the second to top step. Yup, we gotta climber....a proud one that calls himself "Bob the builder". Speaking of Bob the builder, Max was missing his drill today. We kept asking little 'Bob' where he put it and he brought Max down to the garage...several times...and told us "Daddy's tools". Ok so he is not like his sister. At this age Kalee walked us straight to her hiding place when we asked what she did with Daddys wallet...Oh thanks sweetie, who would have thought about putting it in the back of the nightstand? ...and that is also where we found the missing remote, cell phone and watch.
As I was making dinner I had two little helpers putting clean dishes away. I knew something was not right when I felt a sawing action on my bum. NOT to my surprise my smallest helper was trying to chop my butt off with a knife....ok it was a butter knife but with his strength IT HURT. So tell me, how many of you had kids try to saw into your bud-doo-pa?
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:) LOL!!! Maybe he could come over and saw a little off the back for me. This morning I was standing in the morning with my tummy busting out in one direction and my butt taking up the other half of the mirror.
Yeah but you have a reason my friend. Time is getting closer. After you have her you'll be back to normal. What is normal any way?
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