A Little Pink Never Hurt

In honor of summer, Diva selected two bottles of nail polish during our last trip to Wal-Mart. That evening we painted her toenails using the "sprankles." Little Man watched intently and then climbed up beside me ... "Toes Momma, toes." What's the harm, right? ... he's not even two and just wanted to be like his big sister. I obliged and painted his right big toe. He proudly showed it to Daddy, who was slightly less proud. The pride diminished further when he learned little man wore flipflops the next day and said "Toes, toes" to anyone that would listen.
Last night, I bribed Diva - pink "fingerails" in exchange for letting me cut her nails. While Daddy was busy getting ready for work, deja vu struck. This time I tried to ignore Little Man's request. Diva was quick to serve as her brother's translator, in case I just couldn't understand him.

Our Conversation:
Little Man: "Momma toes, toes Momma."
Diva: "Momma, Little Man wants you to paint his too."
Me: "I know, but I don't think Daddy would like that."
Diva: "But Momma, Daddy is going to work. He won't see the pink."

I guess there is no denying that's my girl ...
sometimes it really is better to ask forgiveness instead of permission!!!

And no, Little Man does not have pink toenails ...
but he does still have the sparkly big toe.

Noah's Ark ... In My Own House

Bathtime is always a wet adventure in our house ... but today we took it to a whole new level. As is our usual routine, after dinner the kids headed to the bathtub. I usually let them play until the fighting starts and then go in to bathe them. Yes I know, I should not leave them unsupervised ... but I am not that perfect mommy, so I leave them alone in the tub, approximately 50 feet away and check on them often. I use this time to recover the kitchen from our eating adventures. Tonight they were playing so well together so I let them play longer than usual. There was lots of laughing, not the usual bickering after 5 minutes together. I cleaned up the kitchen and then started down the hall to the bathroom. Halfway down the hall, I noticed a problem ... my feet were wet. Sneaking around the corner, I caught them!!!

My two adorable, well-behaved children dumping trash cans full of water out of the tub. The water level in the tub was at least half what it had been ... but, it was almost an inch deep on the bathroom floor, rolling down the hall and into Diva's room. The scene continued - soaked bath mats, a previously dry pile of dirty clothes, a narrowly missed Pottery Barn rug and some very wet hardwood floors. Thank goodness we don't have carpet!

I guess Mommy's face said it all. Little Man was the one actually holding the trash can when I came around the corner. His response was classic: Pouting followed by, "I sorry Momma." But really, what else are you going to say after flooding the house?!?!

Walt Disney Could Never Have Imagined ...

Diva has had the problem for some time now. Some things I can understand ... knit pants are pretty easy to confuse front and back on. The flip flops puzzle me a bit. How does one not only put them on the wrong feet, but then wear them like that and successfully walk? While both of these are funny ... the panties are the funniest by far.

We refer to this look as the "Toddler Thong."

Way too much fabric in the front ... itty bitty bit of fabric in the back. This is what happens when the panties are put on backwards. Diva has even been known to state "My booty ate my panties." Yet, this is still a common occurrence in our home. However, this week I saw a new side of the problem. Diva greeted me as I returned from work, wearing nothing but panties (also a common sight in our house). I could tell they were on backwards, but didn't realize the real problem until she turned around.

These were her Tinkerbell undies. So, when they were put on backwards ... Tinkerbell was in an unfortunate position. All that could be seen of her were the wings. Apparently Diva's booty had eaten the rest of her!!!