Sometimes, ya just got to get messy.

It's true.

I really don't mind when my kids get messy, as long as they are having a good time.  Don't get the wrong idea--my children are CLEAN, but we don't shy away from activities because there might be a little mess involved.  We eat spaghetti, we go to a playground with sand, they've played in MUD, and today we had our first experience with.....

Finger painting.

With pudding, of course.  Except now in the future I will have to discourage them from actually eating the paint.  We still have that issue with crayons.....sometimes they'll sneak one in their mouth if I dare turn away.

Anyways, they had a grand old time making a mess.  I snapped some pictures and we just laughed and laughed.

It's fun to be messy.

But it's nice to clean up too.  :)

 

Oh, my heart.

My heart jumped into my throat last night.  Perhaps this can be best summed about by letters I have wrote to my dear, precious, darling, children.

Dear Sammy,

Honey, as much as I love you, I must implore you to never repeat what you did last night.  You nearly gave mommy a heart attack, which I can explain what that is when you are old enough.  Please, don't ever again stick your hand into the crack of the refrigerator door while I have it open.  Come around like you normally do and try to steal bottles of salad dressing and ketchup.

Why, you must wonder, does mommy ask you not to do such a thing?  Because your tiny hand could be squished in that door my darling.  You have pointed out another simple task that I do every single day can be dangerous to you.  Thank goodness I saw you before I shut the door all the way.  Thank you for keeping me aware.

Your wrist and hand is fine, thank goodness.  I know you want to be adventurous when it comes to the fridge, but please, let's not repeat this incident.  I like your hand and wrist just the way they are.

Love,

Mama

 

Dear Sabrina,

While I am tending to your brother in the midst of an emergency, try not to become enthused with the air vent that leads to the family room.  It's not really a fun toy, trust me.

You didn't even realize it, but while playing near it, you got your foot too close and got a scratch.  Again, mommy's heart jumped into her throat.  Luckily, a Band-Aid sufficed.  I know you think it is fun to scare mommy so much, but really, I can only handle one "almost bad accident" at a time.

Or at least give me five minutes to recover.

In any event, a new air vent has already been purchased to protect you from further vent investigating.

Love,

Mama

 

Oh yeah, it was a fun Thursday night evening at my house.

Thank goodness Dada is now home.

I've been tagged!

Thanks Amy!

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1.  I am weird about the sheets on my bed.  I DO NOT like my feet touching the bare mattress.  It's like nails on a chalkboard for me.

2.  I still check on the babies before going to bed at night.  I tip toe in, lay my hand gently on their back.  I whisper, "I love you".

3.  I am frustrated with running right now, but I will keep at it.

4.  I prefer my closet insanely organized.  Clothes all the same way on the hangers, colors coordinated, etc.

5.  Despite my last statement, my whole house seems to have been a wreck lately.  So I'm working on not being so anal about things that really truly do not matter.

6. I despise fish sticks.  As a child I ate them and got horribly sick.  If someone even mentions a fish stick to me I feel myself getting ill.

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Mumma! Mumma! Mumma!

"Yes, Sabrina?"

She puts her arms up.

I pick her up.

She is content.

This is the game we play on a daily basis and I love it, though I won't tell Sabrina that.  She could be quite content playing in the family room and if I sneak away to get some coffee, prep a meal, or check an email, she knows.

She comes running at full force and stops about 1/2 inch away from my legs and will promptly yell at me.  "Mumma!  Mumma!"  I spell it that way because she doesn't really say "Mama", but it sounds like "mum-ah".  Which is the sweetest sound to my ears.  That and Sammy's high pitched squeal when he is in a really good mood.

"Borrowing" from Van Morrison....

These are the days of the endless summer
These are the days, the time is now
There is no past, there's only future
There's only here, there's only now

Ah yes, these are the days.