What IS it with my kids and powdered sugar?!
Their need to mess around in the kitchen would make you think that they have zero toys in the house. So not true!
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about the girls getting into the powdered sugar while Sean and I were working on a few things at the kitchen table. I thought that was bad. Psshh!! This is about 100 times worse.
Friday morning, I was in bed with my leg up. It had been less than 24 hours since I took a tumble down the stairs, and my broken leg was so painful that Sean and I just decided it would be best if I didn't try to make it downstairs that morning. My sweet hubby was helping me get setup with my laptop, notebooks, and other items since we knew I'd be spending quite a bit of time in our room for the next few weeks.
Mistake. BIG mistake.
Sean left the room to check on the kids, and I settled in to try to rest. The next thing I knew, Sean brought Elijah into the room to see me:
Head. to. Toe. It was EVERYWHERE.
Of course, being laid up, I had to rely on Sean's description of the kitchen until he could go down and take photos for me. And whoa boy. I'm not even going to try to describe it. The pictures do far more justice to the disaster in the kitchen than I could ever do with my words.
In the picture below, do you see the powdered sugar hand print on Caleb's head? LOL!
Sean took all of those photos, and then brought the second booger up to see me. Caleb looked just like Elijah. Betcha didn't know that Casper had a twin, did ya?
But don't worry, I'm sure there will be another attack in spite of our best efforts...