Have a great plan for today - going to leave this page open on my computer and just add a story at a time to try to catch up! My whiteboard is full of little stories waiting to be posted on my blog. Just as I am writing this Samuel has nicked a little plastic bunny of Maria's and thrown it up a tree. Sigh - never stops!
First story begins one weekend about a month ago. Mark was away on a men's retreat, it was Sunday afternoon and my hair was beginning to turn grey. I somehow had decided to entertain the troops with making plaster picture frames. Yet as well of putting the plaster in the frames, they were doing a great job of layering it all over the table. Just as we had finished the frames and I was beginning to clean the table, Maria ran to the draw full of our crockery frantically looking to a bowl. Just as the draw opened, she chucked right into the middle of our dishes. Not quite sure what to do, I dashed her off to the shower...all the while the plaster was hardening on the table. Just as I got Maria out of the shower, Samuel wandered up pant-less and covered in poosies. He had managed to have an accident right in the middle of the playroom and tracked it up through the house. So number 2 was thrust into the shower as well (no pun intended!!). As I was trying to get them in and out of the shower, Bekah woke up and was in frantic need of a feed - so while the other two were drying off and number three being fed, the vomit was fermenting in the draw and the plaster was getting ever harder on the table.
Just as I had all three clean, dry, fed and in front of a movie, Maria spilled her drink, Samuel threw a wobbly over the choice of film and Bekah wet through her clothes...and Mark's flight was delayed indefinitely. Still the vomit was fermenting in the draw and the plaster had turned to cement on the table. Sent
Mark a text message - "Hi love - planned on having a roast to celebrate your homecoming but Maria spewed in the plate draw so now we're having take away".
First story begins one weekend about a month ago. Mark was away on a men's retreat, it was Sunday afternoon and my hair was beginning to turn grey. I somehow had decided to entertain the troops with making plaster picture frames. Yet as well of putting the plaster in the frames, they were doing a great job of layering it all over the table. Just as we had finished the frames and I was beginning to clean the table, Maria ran to the draw full of our crockery frantically looking to a bowl. Just as the draw opened, she chucked right into the middle of our dishes. Not quite sure what to do, I dashed her off to the shower...all the while the plaster was hardening on the table. Just as I got Maria out of the shower, Samuel wandered up pant-less and covered in poosies. He had managed to have an accident right in the middle of the playroom and tracked it up through the house. So number 2 was thrust into the shower as well (no pun intended!!). As I was trying to get them in and out of the shower, Bekah woke up and was in frantic need of a feed - so while the other two were drying off and number three being fed, the vomit was fermenting in the draw and the plaster was getting ever harder on the table.
Just as I had all three clean, dry, fed and in front of a movie, Maria spilled her drink, Samuel threw a wobbly over the choice of film and Bekah wet through her clothes...and Mark's flight was delayed indefinitely. Still the vomit was fermenting in the draw and the plaster had turned to cement on the table. Sent
Mark a text message - "Hi love - planned on having a roast to celebrate your homecoming but Maria spewed in the plate draw so now we're having take away".
