Crazy Crayola

(Picasso Jr. and his cousin, Michaelangelo Jr)

Last weekend I got a call asking if my 5YrOld neice and 2YrOld nephew could spend the night while my soon to be sister in law went out with friends to celebrate her engagement.

I said SURE! cause I love the little guys, and my kids love having her kids to play with. They all get along great, and I think they miss each other.

The sleep over part went over semi great. It was 7:30 when I grabbed the kids from my Mom's house (we had a dinner to go to so I couldn't take them earlier.) On the way to get them, the Doodle, who remembers the oddest things at the oddest times, and is sorta obsessive, suddenly gets very upset and starts going on about how a friend of hers, Benjamin, decorated her fish that she made at Sunday School and now she'll never be able to do something with it again. I thought, this is a good lesson to re-enforce how Jesus teaches us to forgive people when they make mistakes and that Benjamin didn't mean to ruin her fish. So, we talked about forgiveness and I told her that Jesus wants us to forgive our friends when they do something that hurts us, especially if we know they didn't mean to hurt us. And her response? "Well, he's not here now, is he?" sigh... not what I was trying to get across! silly 4YrOld!

So, we picked up the other two monkeys. When we got home I put the boys in the bath, got them ready for bed. Peyton decided he wanted the crib, which worked out well because Zach wanted the play pen. All is good. I tuck them in, give them both sippy cups with water, snuggle buddies, soft blankies, kisses, and say good night. I walk out of the room. Before I even close the door, Peyton yells "BOO". Zach erupts in howls of laughter. They start throwing things at each other. they were worse than teenage girls! I went through this for about an hour, going back in, settling them down, finding fallen "su-su's". Finally I gave up and put Zach in the play pen in the living room, as it was past 9 PM by this time and they weren't settlilng in. Danica was long asleep, and Kayla ended up sleeping wtih me because she missed her Mom. Arthur put her back in Danica's room when he got home.

The next morning Art was gone bright and early (at 10 am) to a ball hockey game. I made the kids pancakes. While I was doing dishes, I could hear, from Danica's room, scribble scribble. I'm thinking, that's odd.

Now, let me explain something. We have Crayola Window Writers at home. This is probably a bad idea. We used to let the kids draw on the patio doors in the kitchen with them, but I have since torn down my hiddeous blue and pink plastic blinds and frosted the door for privacy. So, no more drawing on that door. Now, the kids are allowed to draw on Danica's window with the Window Writers. recently, we also purchased some Crayola "'pipsqueaks." The girls were in the bathroom with the stools playing in the sink. The boys didn't have stools. Zach was standing on a box in Danica's room to draw on the window but she yelled at him for standing on it. So, I thought the boys were playing somewhere else.

Little did I know....

I say "hey boys! Whatcha doing?"

Well, Michaelangelo Jr comes running out of the room (Peyton) markers in hand, yelling "marker!" To show me what he means, he continues to colour on his belly. eek!

I go into the room and am treated to Picasso Jr still creating art.

EEP!

Well, let me just say. Crayola isn't lying when they say washable. The marker came off the walls, windows, bed, bedding, books, babies and clothing.

They were thourough too. They even reached behind the night stand and dresser to make sure their masterpiece encompasssed all it could.

Being sweet little two year olds, they happily brought me all the markers they could find so I could put them up high.

Best part? About two PM when I was folding laundry? Turns out the little artists found three markers we had somehow missed and created masterpiece number two in the same spot. I was a little afraid because this time they got ahold of a pink highlighter as well, but it came off just as easily.

I can't wait for their next sleep over to see what adventures they have. Cause it's gonna be at their Aunties house! Not mine! ha ha!