Last night, right after putting the kids to bed, I decided to pull out a double sided easel with a chalkboard on one side and a dry erase board on the other. Now that the weather is cooler and since I’m not a fan of messes and therefor blessed with many each day… I moved it from its hiding place in my bedroom to the playhouse outside. I loaded up a plastic Easter bucket with their driveway chalk and set it up for them to play with.
|(Before) I'll not show after. I <3 y'all too much.|
Being that I’m getting older and my mind is no longer what it used to be… I forgot about it. So this morning when Little Man came running back in the house just 5-minutes after asking to go outside, I was prepared for some tattling on little sister or fussing about it being too cold. (For a Texas toddler that’s anything under 65 degrees.) Instead he ran straight for me, hugged my leg and said, “Thank you mama. Thank you so much.” And then ran back outside.
I was pleased that he wanted to hug and thank me, but couldn’t think for the life of me why he did. Then I popped my head outside and saw him and Blondie scribbling all over the picnic table and decking with the chalk. No worries, it washes off easily. So glad I didn’t include dry erase markers. It comes off the board easily enough, but would have been permanent graffiti on the walls, table and flooring.
So, I went outside to show them how the board worked, but didn’t bother to tell them to stop writing on the wood since it wasn’t doing any damage. They seemed pleased with the way the chalk worked better on the board, but seconds later they were back to the table. So inside the house I went to finish cleaning up from breakfast and sneak in a little more reading. (Yay for a new Jane Austen inspired book!!)
After a chapter or two and a few concentrated listens for squeals, screams or the dreaded silence I got another cup of coffee, cozied back up on the couch and started to read some more. I was quite satisfied with my brilliant idea to pull out a new toy so late in the season. *This was a Christmas gift I was holding on to. I’ve said it before; I’ll say it again… I’m cheap. Or should I say frugal? That sounds better. Either way had I pulled it out in January it would have been destined for Goodwill or the dumpster by now. So I’ll go with brilliant. ;)
So I’m back in my modern day Pride and Prejudice when I hear screams of delight. Another pat on the back; “Well done, you rock at this mom thing.” And then Blondie comes running in the house continuing her screams, but it’s not delight like I initially thought. Close behind her was Little Man and a fist full of… was that mud? No, what isn’t grass is mulch in our yard… so it must be… damn it "NO!!!!"
“So help me son if you touch anything in this house I will lock you outside until your dad comes home.” He looks at me with a grin, and then at his sister, “Do NOT touch your sister either!!”
So off to the sink we go. Hands washed, stripped down naked so I decided to bath him, for the second time in less than 15-hours. After his bath, and a new outfit I decided to investigate. Sure enough, where there was once chalk on the table, walls and floor… it was now his own custom blend. :/
I decide to hose everything down, so of course I can’t get the stupid sprinkler off the hose because The Husband puts everything on like it’s going to be launched into space and has to be air tight. Heck, it might even be welded on for all I know. So now I have to lock the kids in the house till Husband comes home for lunch and can replace the sprinkler with a pressure nozzle.
So much for Pride and Prejudice... I'm stuck with poop. :/