i don't have a picture to go with this story because i felt like that would be rewarding the behavior so use your imaginations....
so i come in from our walk and from pulling weeds in our front yard today...get the kids in the bath..all three, but not all at the same time and we are coming up to the time blake needs to eat so i hop in the shower really quickly...and i get out and am changing clothes and am just about, literally, to say great job to ethan and avery for playing so well together and being so quiet and not fighting.....and then ethan comes upstairs --with his hands hidden behind his back--and says "hey mom, we are having a painting party!"
WHAT?????????????????????????
"ethan, what does that mean?"
"we are painting mom."
"ethan, you know you are NOT allowed to paint without mom..."
and then he shows me his hands...bright turquoise and yellow and red....and now it's on the back of his pants and shirt.....
i pick up blake and run downstairs and they've got EVERY bottle of craft paint down from the lockers, avery's shirt is COVERED with paint, her face has paint on it and into her ear (note: they just had a bath, of course they did!) and her hair...the table has paint all over it....
i think i might have yelled, "no no no, what are you doing?"
upon further inspection...avery has paint covering her hands, front and back, and all the way up her arms, and some on her tummy...how does THAT happen?
oh man.
and all ethan could say was, "Don't you like your picture mom?" of course i liked his picture. it was actually one of the best ones avery has ever done because she didn't just mix all the paint together and make black...they were really pretty colors and i told him so.
it breaks my heart and makes me upset that he did that all in the same breath. we had a very serious talk about why we don't do messy things without mom or dad, they got their clothes changed, lots of pepper on tongues and a 25 minute timeout, in their rooms.
poor blake finally got fed, about 20 minutes later...
3 comments:
It's sounds like you are such a patient mother! Way to be!!
I wish you had a picture! Sounds like your days is off to a busy start!
Jen,
I have to say I feel for you... and you do sound very patient. I love your example of how to handle it, sounds like you were calm , cool, and collective... maybe yelling once. But I don't know how I would handle something like that, I just hope I can remember your story if and when something like that comes up, especially knowing dwayne now can open the fridge by himself. I keep expecting to find the eggs on the floor...or something like that, I still am hoping it never happens:)
Hope your week is better:)
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