Be Careful What You Wish For . . . or Curse Your Kids With!!

Life is settling back to normal again so the boys are over more while Mariah and Stephen are working. Yesterday, Papa Jon stayed home while I ran to get Gabriel from school. Papa put Garrett down for a nap, on the big bed in the monkey room, very exciting! I came home started doing some of the stuff I needed to get done, listened at the monkey room door, silence, and went on. Made sure the baby monitor was on good and loud, so that I could hear it over the noise I was making. Finally I heard the slightest sound and thought, "Oh, Garrett's awake" I was surprised when I saw him in the crib, and he looked just a little like I had caught him . . . hm-m-m-m-m.

I realized that he had gotten in to the crib, by himself, gotten into a box of craft stuff, you know, with markers, crayons, stickers, coloring books, scissors . . . what? Scissors?!?!!? Oh, no!

Oh yes . . . . . I am happy to report that this sweet child is still breathing, standing and can even still sit on that skinny little bottom of his.

A memory hit me pretty quickly, when my kids were teenagers, I cursed them each with 6 kids, exactly like themselves. I forgot to finish that curse, that they would only copy their parents at home!! Mariah did the same to a dress I had just made for her instead of making one for myself. I just sat there and cried.

When I cursed her with little clones, I never dreamed that I would be the blessed recipient of their actions.

Now to remedy the little problem . . . . I did find some fabric in hanging in that same closet that might help . . . I hope!