Missed a Spot

Tonight over grilled cheese sandwiches, applesauce, and steamed broccoli my children began asking me what they used to do when they were 2 years old.  Tell me what I did!  They loved hearing about what they did and the trouble they caused.  My memory is so incapable.  All of them have been terrible at some point in their lives.  I have vowed to sell each of them to the lowest bidder but I can't remember 8 years later what it was that made them so terribly two in the moment.  So here is to a renewal of recording the lives of my children.

Michael = mascara.  I am pretty sure there is a similar blog post for this child not too long ago.  He has such a gift to apply it without getting it anywhere but on/near his eye.  For that I am really thankful.

How can you not love a guilt ridden face such as this?

Step into Mom's office while we try to get that darling make-up job off.