Tim (being the wonderful man that he is) basically takes on morning duty with the kids every. single. day.
He gets up when they get up. Feeds them. Even dresses them most days.
This allows me a good 45 minutes to an hour of extra bed time.
I love my bed.
Anyways, as he leaves each morning for work he comes into our room and kisses me to make sure I know the kids will now be unattended until I get my (I don't want to say lazy, but) lazy behind out of bed.
I usually wait approximately 3 to 5 minutes to come out and face the music (or the children in this case).
Well, this morning in that interim time my youngest decided to find a permanent red marker and draw a joker like line on his face.
That puppy did not want to come off, and I know George's preschool teachers were just astounded at my awesome mother skills when Ethan gave them a big, toothy, joker grin at drop-off.
Moving on . . .
I have no picture for this one, but it involves Ethan (again, big surprise).
When we got home from drop-off at the preschool he managed to trip over his own feet and bust his lip wide open.
It bled for a good 10 minutes, but he only cried for about thirty seconds.
I guess he figured the joker needs to be tough.
And, Number 3 -
George is the victim in this one.
And there he is with his frozen corn on the wound.
While getting out of the bathtub tonight he slipped and fell into the metal tracks that hold the shower doors.
He has a large (huge, enormous, gigantic - pick one) bruise and knot on his leg.
He busted his leg, chin, chest and foot all in one swoop.
So . . . question is . . .
Are my kids typical boys?
Or is this my genetic clutz-like traits being carried on in another generation?
You be the judge.