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. |
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