He's adorable, right?
He's adorable until he comes to you with a suspicious green particle hanging off of his finger and says, "I got boogers mommy. Get a tissue." Or my other personal favorite, a look of intense concentration followed by, "I'm poopin' mommy. Change me now."
He just looks loud, doesn't he? Squeals of laughter are what I managed to capture here. I was tickling him with a towel. He loved it and I love him. Even though he's loud. And boogery. And poops. A lot.
Today we made Greek pottery. We went to the craft store to get some terracotta sculpey clay. The boys were uber excited to shape their bowls and then bake them. Tomorrow we shall paint them. Painting is messy.
We also picked up some cute little foam soccer players. We had to buy the "special glue" for foam. Turns out the "special glue" is c.r.a.p. (We spell bad words around here.) When Kevin got home the boys promptly informed him that it takes 2 hours for the "special glue" to dry.
Translation: mommy will hold the soccer players head with one hand and his body with another so that his head dries properly.
I got out the big guns. Or rather, glue gun. Two hours? Nay. Four seconds.
"I bet that glue is non-toxic, right?" Kevin asked.
"Yep." I said.
"That's why it doesn't work."
"I know. Why can't we get some old fashioned rubber cement. Don't you remember smelling that stuff? I loved that smell." I said.
Look to the finish!