Today is my Happy's third birthday and he is very excited about his cupcake cake and pinata. Happy was my "easiest" labor and delivery and was born in a little kiddie swimming pool in one of our bedrooms. Of course, he has not been the easiest child to keep out of trouble. He goes looking for it like our own little Curious George. Whenever he sees something new, his eyes brighten with curiosity and his brain churns to know how it works. When he yells, "Whas dat?", our immediate reply to him is, "Not yours!" He has had many adventures in the past year and to celebrate I will post my favorite story about him which also happens to be my first post for my blog. This post was also written before I became pregnant with Sneezy. Happy birthday, sweetie! Mommy loves you!
My youngest son, Happy, is going to be two years old in just a couple weeks and not a cuter cherub in all the world. Big, blue eyes, long, curly lashes, and the wildest mop of blond hair you've ever seen. His favorite things to do are cuddling with mommy, reading books, and getting into trouble. Just last week, I made the wonderful and wise decision to paint my hallway a dark sage green. I was so excited and full of plans on how to accomplish this great feat on my own without any problems. Of course, this kind of thing NEVER goes off without a hitch. I can always count on my youngest to make it a little more difficult for me. The first day of painting, I'm feeling pretty proud of myself. I got the first coat of paint on the wall all the while feeding, clothing, teaching, cleaning, etc., and only getting paint on myself. I sit on the stool in my kitchen looking up at this beautiful, rich dark color on my wall giggling like a little girl. Later in the evening, I finally decide that maybe I should put up the painting equipment even though I knew that I had a gate put up so that no one could get into the hallway and thus, into the paint. Well, I knew that had been too easy. I go to pick up the drop cloth and underneath it I find smears of my beautiful, dark paint on my year old berber carpet. You could hear the oxygen going down into my lungs as I take a deep breath of air to scream, "Noooooooooo!" of course ending in a wail. Earlier in the day, I put Happy down for a nap not thinking, that duh, I should put away the paint BEFORE HE WAKES UP. Did I learn my lesson? We'll see. By the way, that Dirt Devil spot cleaner is a miracle worker. You can hardly even tell that there used to be smears of dark paint on the carpet. Ha. The next day, I get the second coat of paint on with just a little more trepidation than the day before. I decided to put the paint stuff in my bedroom and keep the door shut. Well, Happy has recently discovered how to open doors. He then proceeded to do what he saw his mommy doing. Paint the bedroom wall.
My youngest son, Happy, is going to be two years old in just a couple weeks and not a cuter cherub in all the world. Big, blue eyes, long, curly lashes, and the wildest mop of blond hair you've ever seen. His favorite things to do are cuddling with mommy, reading books, and getting into trouble. Just last week, I made the wonderful and wise decision to paint my hallway a dark sage green. I was so excited and full of plans on how to accomplish this great feat on my own without any problems. Of course, this kind of thing NEVER goes off without a hitch. I can always count on my youngest to make it a little more difficult for me. The first day of painting, I'm feeling pretty proud of myself. I got the first coat of paint on the wall all the while feeding, clothing, teaching, cleaning, etc., and only getting paint on myself. I sit on the stool in my kitchen looking up at this beautiful, rich dark color on my wall giggling like a little girl. Later in the evening, I finally decide that maybe I should put up the painting equipment even though I knew that I had a gate put up so that no one could get into the hallway and thus, into the paint. Well, I knew that had been too easy. I go to pick up the drop cloth and underneath it I find smears of my beautiful, dark paint on my year old berber carpet. You could hear the oxygen going down into my lungs as I take a deep breath of air to scream, "Noooooooooo!" of course ending in a wail. Earlier in the day, I put Happy down for a nap not thinking, that duh, I should put away the paint BEFORE HE WAKES UP. Did I learn my lesson? We'll see. By the way, that Dirt Devil spot cleaner is a miracle worker. You can hardly even tell that there used to be smears of dark paint on the carpet. Ha. The next day, I get the second coat of paint on with just a little more trepidation than the day before. I decided to put the paint stuff in my bedroom and keep the door shut. Well, Happy has recently discovered how to open doors. He then proceeded to do what he saw his mommy doing. Paint the bedroom wall.
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