I need you to just not ask my why I am doing buttons related to brides. All I can say is that Kimberle and The Babysitter will be happy. My husband? Not so much. And while I was making this one, The Boy stole my glue stick and dug all the glue out. But isn’t it the cutest thing ever?
While I made this one, The Baby decided to wash his hands in the toilet. There was extensive discussion regarding what was actually in the bowl when he started his little bathing, but his brother swears he FLUSHED the poop before his brother went on in. Then these came in the mail. Can you even imagine placing your martini glass on this cute little napkin? When I went outside to pick up these boxes, The Baby decided to walk down the stairs. Except he can’t walk. And certainly not down stairs. When he hit the landing, he was pissed. Thank God for carpet. The Boy? Downloading Go, Diego, Go videos from YouTube on my phone and sending them to all the people on my contact list. That and he rearranged all the icons on the front page. I would change them back but I have no idea how to do it. He tried to explain it to me but it was too complicated.
When these arrived, Michael from my new wireless merchant service place was trying to give me excellent customer service by visiting at my place of employment. Which is my living room. It used to just be the basement, but I am now trickling up the stairs. As Michael discussed discount rates and fees, The Baby began to unload Michael’s briefcase. He called him “Dad” and stole his pen. The Boy began jumping from the crates of shirts onto the top of the back of my chair. every once in a while he missed. And landed on my head. The Boy then began to push The Baby around in the Little Tikes car at about 40 miles per hour. It was only a matter of time before the big wipeout occurred and everyone was crying. Michael? Still trying to explain the process. Me? Offering Michael hard alcohol. He graciously refused. I decided not to hold it against him.
And aren’t these the cutest little hostess gift? I’m hoping I can keep them away from The Boy. And his father. Those boys are FA-reaks when it comes to post it notes.