A very blurry shot, but Boo had chopped off The Bug's hair, to about an inch and a half. All over the top of her head. She also has this interesting half-long, half short look going on in the back. This on a girl who didn't have a lot of hair to begin with. Boo also chopped her own hair, but I don't have the heart to post that particular debacle. All I can say is it's a good thing I got a $10 off coupon to the salon the other day. Oy.
The Bug decided that the Daddy doll needed to spend some time in the oven. With his paintbrush (as you do). Unfortunately, the live Mum didn't discover this until she'd already turned on said oven to make dinner tonight.
And just to round it all out, Boo decided to color her hand red. Not with any old marker, though. With the permanent marker.
In other news, Friday I became the answer to Life, The Universe and Everything. If this weekend is anything to go by, it's looking to be a totally craptastic year.
Send vodka.
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Happy Belated Birthday! Having children must be a constant adventure. Just remember (and for heavens sake take lots of pictures) - these stories are going to be wonderful to torment the little darlings when they're teenagers.
Revenge is a dish best served cold and all that...
Happy Birthday!! I hope you have an excellent year, not a craptastic one.
Happy Belated Birthday.
Never a dull moment with kids is there?
Wonderful pictures for interesting stories later. I remember way back when my nephew was about a year and a half. He got into his mother's nail polish and was banging to bottles together. Well we know what happened next. The bottles exploded all over and himself as well. His dad and mom brought him to our house all panicked not knowing what to do. Here's this little child full of bright pink nail polish all splashed over his skin, mostly his face. My first instinct was to take a picture. Everyone wasn't so happy about that. Lol. I have it here somewhere...
Boo's hand reminded me of that memory. Try dipping her hand in a bottle of cheap hairspray.
okay i'm a dork, sorry... spray the hairspray on her hand and scrub.
okay i'm a dork, sorry... spray the hairspray on her hand and scrub.
oh and a belated happy birthday as well. here's to another year!
Scariness: R saw that last photo and said:Ooh, she has a red hand. how PRETTY.
Must go throw all markers into the woodstove.
Happy Belated, sweetie. Jesus, it HAS to get better than that, right??
I'm not laughing. No. I wouldn't laugh at your pain. Really.
I think you're in for one colorful year. Happy Birthday, friend.
Laughing WITH you, not AT you. :)
Good lord. She's got a Hellboy hand.
Happy birthday.
Sorry, but the red hand had me laughing. Still am.
Happy birthday.
Sorry, but the red hand had me laughing. Still am.
Yikes! I have a picture of Bethany after she used permanent marker to decorate her face. Baby wipes do wonders, by the way!
(((Hugs))) and Happy Belated Birthday! :)
Happy Belated Birthday oh kindred birthday soul!
Sending a bottle of Gray Goose along with a lobster.
And oh my Lord! She really did a great job of colouring her hand. And...WOW!
Looks like the artist just HAD to come out.
Happy one sweetie.
How'd the bake doll come out?
Wow. That's one hell of a day.
It can only go up from here!
I don't think I can mail you vodka so how about I give YOU a mandatory, big, long time out at the nearest spa!! :)
A little rubbing alcohol might work on removing the permanent marker. Don't worry, kids do things like this all the time!! Just be glad that you caught said doll in the oven before he made a bigger mess!
Hugs!!
Did you get the cake I sent you?
:)
Oy! That read hand one had me laughing right out loud!
Maybe that's her Evil Hand.
Happy Birthday, belated.
Happy birthday, a bit late. You've just celebrated the anniversary of your 25th birthday. You just don't have to always admit *which* anniversary it is...
Hair grows, ink fades, and all will be well. I'll label the package "potatoes" so no one knows I'm sending vodka through the US Mail.
Happy Belated Birthday! At least your life isn't boring! (Sorry - that's the best I've got!)
The wonderful thing about kid issues is that you archive them away, pictures included and pull them all out on holidays when the kids come home. They pretend to 'hate' you telling the stories over and over as laugh over every juicy detail. Remember the time you colored your hand red with a permanent marker! But your family stories become the trademark of your family events. Thanks for sharing.
Also laughing with you.
Right?
RIGHT?
(because sometimes you have to laugh to keep from cryin'.)
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