95% to blame, yes – because as we all know the boys not only read this blog, but post polls in their spare time (polls that are easily swayed by readers who appreciate hijinks, I might add).
*ahem*
The other 5% I'll take credit for, as follows:
And now my boys putting on their "make-up" over dinner the other night...
No, that's not a barrette by the way – it's a carrot.
Nate also had a fine time applying his "make-up!":
And since he has a lot more hair than his brother at this point, I nearly missed one of the tomatoes he had stuck in there:
Seth's hair was also pretty much a disaster zone by the time all was said and done:
... the answer is still a resounding "no".
We still love this game very, very much as it turns out. And yes, that would be Nate once again attempting the under-the-shirt feeding manoeuvre.
Equally popular? A good old-fashioned "Fore-stains!" of course:
I really wish those sippies hadn't been in the way while my boys were busy hamming it up, but I think you get the idea.
- L.
*No worries – a very thorough scrubbing ensued the next morning.
The other 5% I'll take credit for, as follows:
- My boys are aware that Mommy wears "make-up".
- They are also aware that Mommy sometimes makes "hair-do".
- They aren't especially aware of the difference between the two, but I'll admit I do encourage moments like these by taking pictures because it's too funny not to share.
And now my boys putting on their "make-up" over dinner the other night...
While it's evident they were actually making "hair-do", they kept saying "Make-up! Make-up!" while giggling up a storm and any attempts to correct them were summarily ignored. Seth is looking rather proud of himself here, but he always was one for a bit of flair when it comes to "foodstuffs in the hair":
No, that's not a barrette by the way – it's a carrot.
Nate also had a fine time applying his "make-up!":
And since he has a lot more hair than his brother at this point, I nearly missed one of the tomatoes he had stuck in there:
Seth's hair was also pretty much a disaster zone by the time all was said and done:
I picked out what I could and did my best to wipe off the rest (the rest mainly being salad dressing) since it had been a long and weary day and I just didn't have the energy to throw them in the bath like I should have.*
I told them they both smelled like salad bar as I tucked them in to bed that night, which strangely enough pleased them to no end.**
And just in case you were wondering if a meal at the OP is ever complete without some of whatever this is:
I told them they both smelled like salad bar as I tucked them in to bed that night, which strangely enough pleased them to no end.**
And just in case you were wondering if a meal at the OP is ever complete without some of whatever this is:
... the answer is still a resounding "no".
We still love this game very, very much as it turns out. And yes, that would be Nate once again attempting the under-the-shirt feeding manoeuvre.
Equally popular? A good old-fashioned "Fore-stains!" of course:
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| "FORE-STAINS!" |
I really wish those sippies hadn't been in the way while my boys were busy hamming it up, but I think you get the idea.
- L.
*No worries – a very thorough scrubbing ensued the next morning.
**I figure if Seth can comment on my scabby elbows with such candor, the least I can do is return the favor occasionally.
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