It's humid and I'm tired.
I haven't accomplished much today -- due, in part, to lack of motivation and due, in part, to having children.
They were dressed when I got in the shower. They were naked and playing a matching game when I got out.
I've redressed Kenzie at least 5 times today.
I think I mentioned it's humid - and that makes it seem hotter than it really is.
I thought I could sit down and read for a minute. I attempted to read while playing with Brynnley and allowing her to pierce my ears with stickers.
Brynnley said Kenzie was downstairs playing Barbies.
After a few minutes of (great) peace and and quiet -- I got worried. I sent Brynnley to investigate.
She quickly came upstairs and reported that I needed to come quick. (I really don't like those instructions -- it never means, "come quick -- we are playing nicely together." It always means, "come quick - you aren't going to like what you see."
So, I went downstairs and discovered Kenzie -- happily and quite contentedly -- creating a masterpiece in the bathroom.
I asked Brynnley to get the camera and she said, "Why? Are you happy about this?"
"No," I replied.
Brynnley: "Then why are you taking a picture?"
Me: "Good question."
I guess even Van Gogh (sp?) had to start somewhere, right?
The real question: Can I park them in front of the t.v. so I can make dinner?