first, she came in crying and rubbing her eyes. ok, crying is an understatement. freaking out is more like it. I went to see what the culprit was and found an entire bottle of dried red pepper emptied on the patio. she had rubbed her fingers in it and then touched her eyes. yeah, that was fun.
then, after pulling beckham away from the painter's lunch (they kept giving him french fries) I took him inside and rounded the corner to find seneca painting my wood floor using the paint and brush intended for my trim. I held firmly to two two-year-olds while hustling back outside to let my dear painters know that I had a major disaster. they laughed and cleaned it right up. whew.
I'm pretty sure the people working in my house think I'm in way over my head with these children... I can't keep track of them! Thankfully, I believe two are asleep. pray with me that it lasts a while.