The other day, I was determined to spend my time on the floor with Adam and Maryanne. And, it was hard! I'd never realized just how much time I spend cleaning, or doing all the other things that I "think" need to be done (like blogging, for example ☺). On this particular day, Maryanne grabbed a paint brush and a cup of water and proceeded to "paint" my face. Boy, was it relaxing. I was so ready for a nap, but when her brush got me in the eye, I know it wouldn't last. This picture is absolutely atrocious, but I had to document our day of face painting as a reminder to myself of how much fun and relaxing it can be to just play. (Oh, and incidentally, Maryanne once found a paintbrush in the bag we took to church and that was the only thing that kept her happy during our sacrament meeting. I don't know how it got in there, but I was so grateful it was there!)
Today I was sifting through all the clothing and pulling out clothes that were stained and torn, as well as clothing the children had outgrown. There was a huge pile of clothing to sort through, and an ever growing pile of clothes to donate. At one point, I pulled out a pink t-shirt and asked, "Whose is this?" Someone said it was Maryanne's, which couldn't have been true because it was a size 8. It wasn't her color anyway ... So I tossed it in the donate pile. (In hind sight, I now think my mom gave it to Maryanne for Christmas, and she said that she wasn't sure what size to get for Maryanne. Whoops on my part.) That's when Adam exclaimed that he wanted a pink shirt. Other children chimed in with, "It is his color." (Referring to his Dressing Your Truth type.) Adam bolted toward the donate pile and seized the shirt, promptly pulling it over his head and the collared shirt he had on. (Later he removed the collared shirt, after much cajoling from ...

Comments