My dear friend A. asked if I would watch her daughter last Saturday so that she could finish finish painting her new home so that they could move in by the end of the month. I readily agreed. C. is Bug's age and they get along well. They like to play with each other. C. also LOVES Mr. Bananas and wants to spend time with him.
The day went pretty smoothly until naptime. I completely forgot that Hubby our craft rolling drawers in the guest room filled with stamp pads, markers, paints, glue, etc. It had been in the garage for years. Hubby moved it into the foyer where it sat for a couple of weeks until he finally put it in the guest room. The whole time that it sat in the foyer, my kids never touched it. If they knew what was in it, they probably would have. But it became a fixture in the front hall for so long that my kids were never interested.
At nap time, C. and Bug went to their respective rooms fairly easily. I thought, this is great, "Easy, peasy." Having had little sleep the night before, Hubby encouraged me to grab a quick nap while the girls and Mr. Bananas were napping. He stayed up with Boogs. I woke up hearing C. say, "Hello? I'm ready to come out. Can someone let me out?" I went to the guest room and was greeted with this "blue"tiful face:
|Auditioning to be a smurf|
|Her hair is very smurfy.|