Mark got home last night and I must say, just in the nick of time. I was close to loosing my mind. My evening was spent dealing with this situation...
It wasn't as fun as it looks. They got all creative on me when I was in the next room writing a quick email. I guess I've learned my lesson. They hit me with another punch this morning when I found both girls in Kiki's crib, as they rubbed baby lotion in each other's hair. It was precious;) I couldn't bring myself to rebathe them, so they just looked like little grease monkeys all day. I took a few pictures of the ring leader this afternoon...
Greasy-Slick doesn't look too remorseful for her acts of mischief, does she?
So anyway, that's what I've been up to. Oh, I almost forgot! I do have some good news. Rosie can now go pee-pee in the potty with zero accidents. Poo-poo...not so much. We are still working on that one...baby steps.
Well, I better wrap this one up. I'm feeling achy and I'm terrified that the sickness is setting in. I'm going on a little girls' trip to Atlanta with my friend Allison this weekend and I'm praying that I can bypass the plague, if at all possible. I've already sucked down an Emergen-C. Fingers crossed.
