Zachary went to a birthday party at a friends just down the street. In the little gift bags they handed out, was a little rubber stamp. He then proceeded to 'stamp' him and Caleb.
The only problem with this? It would NOT come off! They washed, then I washed them, then Mikey washed them, and this is what they STILL looked like! I finally had to get out rubbing alcohol and tried it. It worked! Almost! They still had faint black marks on them until the next days shower. I cannot believe that a KIDS ink toy had such permanent ink. I immediately threw it in the garbage. I can just picture what our furniture and walls would of looked like if I didn't!! In the picture, Zachary was freaking that I would get his privates. I assured him I was not going to. But he still did not want anyone to see his 'boobies!'
Here is a picture of our "new" couch in our bedroom. Our room is so long and narrow (30x14). The couch at an angle makes it feel a little bit more cozy. I am glad Mikey talked me into it.
The weather has been sooo beautiful lately that the kids (all 4 of them) play outside alot more than inside.
Last night I was feeding the cats and Nascat came in. He doesn't like to eat with the kittens, so I shooed the kittens out, closed the door and played with him. I thought. Apparently he was very hungry and in no mood to be played with. I picked him up to take him to his bowl and he attacked me.
Yes, that is a black eye. How the heck does a CAT give you a black eye??!! He left a deep scratch on my eyelid that immediately bled all over my face. By the time I could clean up the blood and try to open my eye, it was swollen to a small egg size. I put ice on it for awhile. But this is what I woke up to. I cannot ever remember having a black eye, although I know I did as a small child. So tomorrow I will have to put purple eyeshadow on the other eye so I don't look like my hubby beats me. I'm not sure the girls at work really believe me about the CAT!, since they don't know me or Mike well. I tried to assure them that my hubby didn't beat me up, my cat did. Now why does that not seem believable?
Caleb made a mess getting into the Papa Bill Donuts that they sent, and I made a comment about his messies. Next thing I knew, he was sweeping them all up. By HIMSELF!
I have taught my boys well, don't you think?
