Rock, Paper, Scissors...

Remember when I told you about the other night when Mr. and I played a rousing game of "rock, paper, scissors" to see who had to get an oh so messy Mini #2 out of the dinner chair after enchiladas?

He lost, but did I feel bad. No.

I get the priviledge of playing that game every day during the week when he is gone, 3 meals a day and somehow I ALWAYS lose and get the "winning" prize.

Seriously, this child makes a huge mess with toast. You name it and she can find a way to smash, smoosh, and DESTROY.

Last night it was bad, it was really bad. I even tried to bribe Mini #1 with some extra television time and some little pieces of heaven, otherwise known as M&M's, but he wasn't falling in to that trap. (I told you he was smart.)

This was the "tidy" princess after said meal served by yours truly. Be happy that you can't see the table and surrounding areas of her chair. There was food in her EARS. Aren't I lucky?


I needed to strip down before I tackled Hurricane Mini #2. (She is pretty darn cute though and clearly full of herself by that big grin when I asked her to smile before getting up.)

Thankfully many of her clothes can be bleached.

As messy as she is, she does LOVE shoes and handbags, so perhaps deep down, way deep down in there she is mine and doesn't truly hate me.

I've got my fingers crossed and will just have to keep smooching those cheeks in the meantime.

Have a great day.