today i am here to give you a warning. but first, let me tell you a story....
saturday morning i got up very early to make some cinnamon rolls for our ward (church) easter egg hunt and breakfast. i had recently bought a 10-lb. bag of flour because i wanted to get into baking more fresh breads and yummy goodies. so i made the cinnamon rolls, went to the program (which was so fun, by the way, pictures to follow) and had a great time. but by the time we got home, i was TIRED!
so i got the boys settled watching a show in my room, and then fell asleep on my bed.
when i woke up, e was there on the bed. i didn't notice anything strange with him, but i did see that w was not in the room. i asked where he was, and e said downstairs.
well, i'll let the pictures show you what i saw when i went down to find him:







explaining whose fault it is (obviously it was all w's fault...he says)

and i suppose i have to give them credit for wanting to help clean up. e got out the broom and dustpan (while tracking flour into the pantry to get them) and here you can see w trying to scoop it up off the floor and put it back into the bag (that has the dustpan sticking out of it). so i can't be mad, right?
the funniest part is that when i woke up and saw e on my bed, i didn't even realize he had flour all over his clothes! that must have been a good nap!
the funniest part is that when i woke up and saw e on my bed, i didn't even realize he had flour all over his clothes! that must have been a good nap!
and my proud mom moment of the whole catastrophe? when instead of yelling, i instantly thought, "where's my camera??"
::smile::
so to all of you moms and dads out there, just know that on saturday, you were doing a WAY better job than me!
love,
laurel