I came home to this. Grandma was babysitting. The truth is no one is ever prepared for what a three year-old can do. Notice her knee, she was using scissors to make her own cutoffs. And my quilt is now at the dry cleaners. We love you Caroline!
Ooohhh, is that brown marker? Wynton used to cut his clothes with scissors, too. Millie hasn't tried it yet, thank goodness, but Evie writes on EVERYTHING. Our house is covered in pen, marker and crayons. I'm getting so tired of it!
Good little Caroline...I think she'll always give you a run for your money. You've just got to love her, eh?
"Whoops!" said the wonderful grandmother who was baby sitting a very precocious three-year old. That Liner has spunk and originality (you have to wonder what she was thinking]. Anyway, in the meantime, make sure she doesn't see any people with tatoos on the TV etc.,and keep her away from any tatoo palors (that one should easy enough}. We don't want her to become inspired by these things. Also, hide all the markers and scissors. I remember when her spunky mother cut her little sister's hair at the tender age of four. She was smart enough not to try this on her own hair, and I was too shocked to really get mad at her. Motherhood can be oh-so entertaining. You gotta love it. Actually, this is good training for the teenage years.
She cracks me up!!! Like I've said before...I love getting on your blog, because it helps me to know that my days as a mother are normal. And that sweet Caroline just keeps me laughing. IT's great therapy! =)
I wondered wat had happened to that box of kleenex you had borrowed from us when we were all getting ready for the wedding. That last picture on your blog explains alot. (Didn't something like this happen back in your junior year of high school when you were in a skit, dressed like a cheerleader, to make fun of the cheerleaders and you had toilet paper falling out of your shirt?)
Caroline is finally potty trained. She still calls her hair "Sassy" and often cuts it herself. The Dad is a still a huge fan of the English Premier Soccer League, and has resorted to replacing framed pictures of the children with English Premier League Stars. Despite Henry's picture being replaced by a picture of Steven Gerrard, he's becoming a formidable threat on the soccer field himself. The newborn is no longer newborn, but is still adorable. She no longer sits through church, thus, providing mom with three hours of exercise on Sunday. Though this family is cutting edge- some think the mom may be on the edge. With that said we are actually all pretty nice.
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Ooohhh, is that brown marker? Wynton used to cut his clothes with scissors, too. Millie hasn't tried it yet, thank goodness, but Evie writes on EVERYTHING. Our house is covered in pen, marker and crayons. I'm getting so tired of it!
Good little Caroline...I think she'll always give you a run for your money. You've just got to love her, eh?
That is the funniest thing I've seen. Oh sweet Caroline, thanks for making me laugh.
"Whoops!" said the wonderful grandmother who was baby sitting a very precocious three-year old. That Liner has spunk and originality (you have to wonder what she was thinking]. Anyway, in the meantime, make sure she doesn't see any people with tatoos on the TV etc.,and keep her away from any tatoo palors (that one should easy enough}. We don't want her to become inspired by these things. Also, hide all the markers and scissors. I remember when her spunky mother cut her little sister's hair at the tender age of four. She was smart enough not to try this on her own hair, and I was too shocked to really get mad at her. Motherhood can be oh-so entertaining. You gotta love it. Actually, this is good training for the teenage years.
She cracks me up!!! Like I've said before...I love getting on your blog, because it helps me to know that my days as a mother are normal. And that sweet Caroline just keeps me laughing. IT's great therapy! =)
Caroline makes me happy:) What a girl!
Love the new look!
That is just too funny! She is too cute! I love your blog!
I wondered wat had happened to that box of kleenex you had borrowed from us when we were all getting ready for the wedding. That last picture on your blog explains alot. (Didn't something like this happen back in your junior year of high school when you were in a skit, dressed like a cheerleader, to make fun of the cheerleaders and you had toilet paper falling out of your shirt?)
When grandma told us about the Caroline incident. All that was said, was - "Mom, have you met Caroline before?"
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