Something to Blaaaahg About

Just for fun, I have to show you some pictures of my little Chub Chubs . . . aka . . . . Toots.
Unfortunately the girl got my thighs.

Toots and Chanel helping me do the dishes. Sorry Landlords, I promise she doesn't always climb up on the dishwasher. It was just a one time thing.

Today, when I was obviously not watching my 3 year old, she took it upon herself to have some fun with the scissors. She came to me and told me that she would like for me to wrap her "new brother Josh" up in his blanket. I was wondering what she was talking about, until she came out with what used to be a baby girl . . . . looking like, well . . . . a baby boy.

She's always wanted a brother. Now she has one, and I am off the hook! Phew.

I am relieved that she didn't cut her own hair. She already has such hair issues. In the future, I will try to watch her more carefully, and of course remember to hide the scissors. I might not be so lucky next time.

Speaking of hair . . . the other day when I was cleaning Edyn's room, I went to make her bed, and I found the weirdest thing under her pillow .

Apparently after my last hair cut, which was quite a while ago, she took it upon herself to scoop some of my locks up off the floor, put them in a ziplock, and place them under her pillow so it could "remind her of how much she loves me."

Wow. Its nice to know that I really AM loved. Its hard for me to tell when I am constantly reminded of how mean I am. The abuse I take from these little ladies is almost constant! Its unfortunate that her "reminder" has to be something so gross. I think I might give her a picture of me instead and see how that goes over.