This sign could also hang in our kitchen:
Or this one:
This weekend, I decided that Marty shouldn't be the only one to have a little fun. While Marty enjoyed poker night, the babies and I would have pajama party, complete with our first sensory box, music, tents, and homemade PIZZA! Here's a run-down of the action (both the planned and unplanned).
5:00 Pajamas on! Here's a picture of me in my new pajamas to prove I really was at the party. It's the only picture of me from the whole night.
5:00-5:30 Free play...notice ALL the toys in the living room. Later, this mess will be important to the time line.
5:30 Started making our first sensory box. The babies loved helping me pour the beans, rice, and pasta into the tub. I had to remind them several times that we shouldn't eat the stuff in the tub. "YUCKY!"
5:40 Added marshmallows. Drew scooped up a marshmallow, took a big bite, and said “mmmmm.” So much for telling him the stuff in the box is YUCKY.
5:30-6:00 The babies LOVED the box. They dug. They scooped. They poured. They tossed...cupfuls over their shoulders. I admit that I stepped back from the play and swept several times (old habits die hard).
5:45 Emily found the Play-Doh. Where did she learn to open things with her teeth?? (Note to self--stop using my teeth to open things around the babies).
6:00 Kitchen officially demolished, but sensory box officially a hit!
6:00 Emily had a meltdown--not because I closed the sensory tub, but because I won't let her have my camera. Toddlers are greedy.
6:05 Started making homemade pizzas; babies did really well except for the fact that Drew tried to taste everything before we put it on the pizza!
6:30 Jammed to Toddler Tunes
6:30-7:15 Ate our pizza at the kid table (yes, without high chairs). I sat on the floor between getting more pizza and putting babies back into their chairs.
7:15 Party comes to a screeching halt when we receive a call we hadn't received in at least 6 months--a call from Centralized Showing Service asking us to accept a showing on our house for 10:30 tomorrow morning.
7:16 While I frantically call Marty to see if this is even humanly possible (after all, he has a tee time for 9:00 am), Emily and Drew decorate the beige walls with pizza sauce.
7:25 Finally get both babies up the stairs to the bathroom where they suddenly decide they don’t like taking baths.
8:00 Finally get them out the bath. Took forever because they now LOVE taking baths. Toddlers are fickle.
8:05-8:25 Dressed in second set of PJs for the night, read 10 books, cuddled
8:25 Began trying to get them to go down while Emily cried Da-Dee! Da-Dee! I was hurt. Who planned this night of fun for you? Toddlers are apparently traitorous, too. I agreed, though. I wanted him here. Now. For totally different reasons. Reasons that involve a mop, a vacuum, and a pair of strong arms to carry massive amounts of toys upstairs.
8:45 Finally asleep! Sweet silence except from the lullaby CD playing in their room and the competing beat from Toddler Tunes that is still playing on the TV downstairs.
9:15 Upstairs finished!
9:20 Facebook status update
9:25 Discovered that long-neglected ball tent must have seen some party action tonight because there are balls everywhere. Contemplated taking picture
9:26 Texted Marty for an ETA
9:26-11:15 Texting war ensues
9:26-feels like the end of eternity Cleaning spree continued
9:55 Ready to file for divorce and leave the country and take the kids to a country where toys and poker are banned
10:30 Finally gave in and had a
11:15 House clean(er). Posted another Facebook status.
11:20 Picked up one last kidney bean from under the couch on my way up to bed
4:00 am Marty's home. Emily's awake, crying. Again. Da-Dee! Except she is clinging to me and refusing to go to him. Toddlers are weird.
7:30 am Marty
10:30 am-12:00 pm Strange people walked through our house, hopefully looking for a new home complete with stellar crown moulding, tomato handprints on the walls, and lots of storage space for toys
3:00 pm Finally ready to talk to my husband again.