Thursday, March 26, 2009

Out of the Archives

Once upon a time, I had two toddlers. Elena was 3 and Chloe was 2. Oh, those were the days! The hard days. And I kept telling everyone that I couldn't wait until they were a little bit older. Man, I was struggling. And everyone kept telling me, as some sort of cruel encouragement, that it doesn't get easier when they get older. Boy were they wrong!

I wanted to foster their artistic sides, so I gave them some paper and some markers and then went to fold laundry. Does anyone see anything wrong with my strategy?

Awwww. So cute! Look how precious my little girl was! A little artist in the making.

CHLOE! I only left you alone for 10 minutes and look what trouble you got into! Well, luckily you're still cute, green lips and all. Don't move! I gotta get the camera.

Oh great! Not you too! You're the older one! The more responsible THREE YEAR OLD, for heaven's sake!
(Oh my, what was I thinking?!)

Lucky for them, they stayed cute, even while I cleaned them up and lectured them about proper care and handling of markers. I couldn't stay mad for long.
(After all, it was my fault!)


The Sexton Family said...

This is how I remember your kids, they sure have grown up!

I think most kids do something like that. Niko decided our white walls were much to plain while I was talking to Gretchen yesterday!

Ginger said...

LOL! Learn from my misguided past--don't talk on the phone while toddlers are awake. It's never worth it, even when it's Gretchen.

Anonymous said...

Just a lurker. Hard days. YES. YES. YES. I have three 20 month olds, a five month old, and "thankfully" a wonderful 17 yo and 14 yo to help with the HARD.

I hope when I look back, as you are, I have good humour about it too.


Nealy said...

Awwww....what sweet memories. I'd love to hug those babies again.

Kidcraze said...

Awwww...they were so cute!

I don't have to leave the room for my girls to do that. I just have to turn around and stir a pot or sweep up crumbs.

Hey, I'm praying for you.