It all started out clean enough, but it didn't take long before everyone was basically covered in paint. But that is really the only reason to use fingerpaint right?
Luke didn't like me holding his hand down in the paint and then on papers. So I guess he was our spoilsport.
Here was our finished father's day artwork for Tyler.
After so many days of taking care of everyone by myself, I just begin to give up.
I found June eating dirty strawberries out of the garden with her hands covered in sand from the sandbox. I figure the chances of her getting a horrible parasite are slim, and it is a risk I am willing to take, because I just have to many other people to worry about.
In other horrible mother news, I am really really bad at potty training. This morning I put Levi in underwear and sent him potty. Then I thought, "in one hour I will take him to the bathroom again." When I had ten minutes left I figured I probably had enough time to go out and pick vegetables (at eight in the morning, I had already picked the peas at seven in the morning, what is wrong with me?). So I did. When I came back in I saw that Levi had stood by the back screen and peed his pants, I assume that because he was standing by the back door he was trying to find me, but I will never know. I have an obsessive problem that I cannot sit around anywhere for ten minutes, and because of that the potty training is not really working out very well for me.
We spent Memorial Day up at the cabin. It was fun, but we are always reminded that we can't actually do anything we would like to because we have too many really small people that we are in charge of.
Gem asked for a haircut, I obliged. Gem really likes it because she heard her daddy say it makes her look older.
June got her big girl bed. She loves it, and still goes to sleep reasonably well.
Luke is six months old. Unfortunately he doesn't sit up or crawl or have any teeth. So he still is forced to cry for everything he wants. Hopefully, for me, that will only last a little longer.
