A Day in the Life of a Mom with Two Girls

So one night this weekend, Jaime (mike's cousin and my wedding buddy) and I were talking in the kitchen. We could hear the girls giggling and Jaime commented on how well they played together. My response was something like, "yes - they do play well together but usually when they start giggling like that, they're up to no good." So I checked on them, saw that they were coloring on paper and went back into the kitchen.

Not even two minutes later, Sydney come skipping into the kitchen with a blue forehead and a blue crayola marker in her hand. Next thing I see is Lexi with a pink forehead and a pink crayola marker in her hand. Here's what happens next:

Me: "Lexi! Sydney! Why did you color on your heads?"
Girls: blank stares
Me: "Go show your father your heads. Coloring time is over."

I grab the markers out of their hands and they continue skipping around the house. I walk over to the spot there were coloring in and notice the wall. It has marker all over it as far as they can reach.

Me: "Oh my God! Why did you color on the wall!?!?!"
Lexi: While still skipping around the house with her sister, doesn't miss a beat and says, "Because we're CA-RAY-ZEE!"

This was one of those times where I knew I shouldn't laugh - but I did anyway. UGH!

Not my proudest mommy moment...

This morning was very similar to most mornings. The girls wake up, I get them ready, we go downstairs and they play for a bit or watch a show on Noggin before we make the trip to school (daycare.) As I'm getting their lunches packed, I realize that LB was very VERY quiet this morning (and the TV wasn't on.) So I go over to where she's sitting at her little table and realize that she is "painting" her nails with a pink highlighter. She has her left hand done and is working on her right hand. She sees me watching, so she proudly shows me her hands and says, "Mommy, I have nail polish!" I knew I had two choices. One, take a screaming 3 1/2 year old to the bathroom to wash her hands; or two, color in her thumbs and get the show on the road. Guess which I chose?

Yup. I took the highlighter from her and colored in her thumbs and we had a VERY happy child as a result. I was able to get their coats on and we were out the door in no time. Sometimes the path of least resistance is the right answer. Besides, what's a little highlighter?