Good Kid Fun


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There are days like this that I am so glad that my children are less than 20 months apart.  They can be the best of friends at times.  Today my oldest was showing my youngest how to trace her hand using markers.  She even put on finger nails!  Mind you, she also pretended that the marker was nail polish and proceeded to ‘paint’ her and her sister’s nails the most lovely shade of magenta! 🙂  I so remember doing that when I was a kid!  Unfortunately the markers were not so washable back then!  Anyways, sometimes the washable markers that I have at home are a bit more stubborn.  Here is my little trick for removing marker from skin:  Baby oil on cotton balls rubbed gently on the skin is a quick way to remove the marker.  If you’re really adventurous, you can also let them play with shaving cream on a table and just spreading it around cleans the skin.  Shaving cream is a little messy so I take a garbage bag, cut off the bottom seal and cut a slit all the way up the side of the bag.  Before putting down the ‘work mat’, I make sure that the table is damp to ensure the garbage bag stays on the table.  When they are all done, just fold the garbage bag up and toss!  For more ways to remove pesky stains, visit the Crayola website.

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Tonight I took my oldest to see a local production of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.  It is one of her absolute favorites.  We sat in the nosebleed section, but she did not mind one bit.  She stepped out into the aisle and danced and sang along.  It was so sweet.  It was quite impressive watching my little performer twirl and entertain the few people brave enough to sit near a three year old.  I love letting her be a kid.  They grow up so fast and I hate to have to have her bottle up her little soul to not annoy the people around her.  No one complained, mind you this was a high school performance and not Broadway.  They, as I did, just marveled at her complete freedom to be little.  I heard this song (Let Them Be Little by Billy Dean) on the radio a while back, and I started bawling like a baby.  I remember when she was a baby, I couldn’t wait for her to meet the milestones as she grew up.  Now I find myself wishing I could go back and do it all over again.  So now instead of trying to make her be grown up, I try as often as I can, to let her be little.   Sniff-Sniff