Three Times

Three times the fun.
Three times the mess to clean.
Three times the dishes to wash.
Three times the pictures to paint--making three times the three times the mess to clean up (insert huge sigh).
Three times the whining over none of the sharing.
Two times the poopy diapers. Thankfully, Nellbelle can use the potty!

Ann is here with Pnel and Caden. My house is humming. At this very moment it’s roaring--everyone is roaring. It’s hilarious. They’re all (and I mean all, adults and children alike) roaring. Well, all except me, because I’m laughing. No one is even watching Charley and Lola on the TV.

Ah, the roaring has ceased.

They’ll be here until tomorrow. Yay!

Painting was an experience. We were at Walmart and Nelson, Beth, and Ron decided that the children should paint and that the watercolors that don’t make a horrible mess were not good enough and what they needed was the kind are little wells of liquid paint. Well the little Picasso’s painted for about a half hour. I was on supervision, clean up, instructions, hand smacking, and clean up, and trying to keep feet out off of drying pictures and then scrubbing the carpet when I was unsuccessful. (insert sigh and laugh)

Before I came home on Friday from work I was talking to Beth on the phone. She asked me if I said good-bye to my living room floor before I went to work? My living room is toy city.

I love having the grand sweeties here.

Pnel just came to the top of the steps and announced: “Asher has a car in one hand and mud in the other.” It took a second and then we all realized that the “mud” wasn’t mud it was poop. Recently Asher has been putting his hands in his poopy diapers. Asher is now getting a bath.

Well, it’s time for lunch. I think I’m on PBJ detail. (Insert contented Mema smile!)