At one time, my walls were nice and clean, there were no marks on them, no nicks or dings. Now, I have marks, nicks, dings and chunks of wall missing in places. It may seem weird, but I am happier now. It means I have a little person (or persons) to make those marks. To hold, to love, to teach. Sure- I wish they were still as clean as they used to be, but for now, I am fine with their imperfections, because I realize I have perfection right in my arms.
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Before the video began I thought you were filming him actually writing on the walls, good idea to have him clean. He's a doll! And Mr. B. just got interested in crayons and markers on Sunday. He got marker on Eric's white shirt. Dang Nursery!!!! : )
LOL! You're right- dang nursery!That's when it all started. Nope not letting him color on the ways. I guess I should clarify...I'm not happy about the coloring, but what can you do? :)
So cute Jennie! One day when Olivia was young I went upstairs and she had smeared dark red lipstick all over the walls and spilled dark blue nailpolish all over the white carpet. I freaked out! BTW, I have no idea why I had dark blue nailpolish...serves me right.
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