Yesterday while putting laundry away, this is how I found Chunk sleeping.
All curled up, no pants on, one sock missing and arm hanging out of the crib.
While he was sleeping I was putting together these breakfast muffin thingy-ma-bobs. Yes, it was a labor of love for my husband because I do not cook eggs. First time in over 8 years of being married that I actually made an “egg dish.”
I used homemade bread for a base, 10 eggs with shredded zucchini and chopped spinach, sausage, Tapatio, and some shredded Monterey Jack cheese. Genn also made these today. Great minds think alike. Oh and I got my haircut the night before.
Oh my word. I want to gag just looking at the picture.
Mr. Dunbar had to fish them out of the muffin pan. I could not. The smell of cooked egg was pushing me over the edge, so I decided bake bread. That smell is divine.
Just a side note, he told me that scrubbing off dried egg is harder than scrubbing off egg just after its been cooked. Didn’t know that.
A little while later Mr. Mister over here decided that he wanted to get out of his crib while I was in the middle of making bread dough. He thought I was going to bake cookies so he took the oatmeal out. I of course was too busy too put his pants back on him, but not too busy to pull the camera out.
This my friends is what it looks like to sit in 42 ounces of oatmeal.
I am creating a kinesthetic/tactile learning environment for my children. How about you?
I texted some friends and family. “Who wants to come clean this mess up?” I got no takers. So much for loving your brother! Or in this case your sister.
And SOOC, since I’m running out of time.
This is what you get when you ask a 6 year old to smile.
And the result of telling him, “Just pose for the picture!”
100 days of Kindergarten! We’re more than half way through it. I can not believe it.