So  my lesson has been learned to never check my gmail at my friends house because that signed me right into my blog leaving it open for her to make up good qualities about herself and post them for all to see.  I'm just glad that  she is now fair game for any fun little joke I feel like playing in the future. 

This pic below is of my little angel and her best friend and partner in destroying my house one area at a time. 

I had them stand in front of the "small" area Emma finger painted a while back that is still unpainted.  Here's the quick story behind their black hands and legs. 

I was pretty much on my death bed trying to recover from the swine flu that I still have, and somehow ended up with an extra kid that day.  I had pretty much hovered over them like a hawk the entire day but I had to scrub my bathroom thus leaving them alone for 15 minutes in the family room.  I came out to check on them and found them both underneath my table, both with very large knives in their hands stabbing at a box that had a beach ball sprinkler in it.  They were surrounded by 12 other knives of various sizes but most were my big heavy cooking knives. Emma had the second biggest one that she was stabbing into using it to 'try and open" this toy that they wanted. They also had found my lone black stamp pad in the cupboard and decided to cover their bodies in that just to try and distract me from the whole knife situation.  In the end they got the bubble bath that they had wanted originally in the day and the water turned a dark bluish color from all the ink.  The worst part is was when I was getting mad at them, Hadyn started to pretend to cry and actually look like she felt bad and my little angel girl got this serious look on her face and just starts yelling at me " mommy we are not in trouble, no trouble mom ".  It was  pretty angelic.                                                                                                                           

                                                                                            This morning as soon as Emma got up she wanted to go to this super lame aerobics class that I used to go to and she wanted to be a cat. Since I am still suffering from the S.F.  I opted to just make her a cat and while I was making the boys lunches she opted to give herself whiskers in places cats don't have whiskers. She did end up going to aerobics like this and many other public places looking like this. 

 

 

                                                         Since our other computer got another 35viruses Sunday night we were forced to go get an early mothers day gift for me and now I am the proud owner of a new computer that I love. Plus you can't very well be the R.S. secretary and not have a computer so I am definitely turning in the receipt at our next meeting.