So last week I decided to resurrect my blog after two years of dormancy. I wrote a nice boring post that practically put me to sleep, scheduled it to post, and it never did. Which was probably a good thing. It really was THAT. BORING.

I figured now that I'm a mom of two little boys (yep, THAT much has changed since I last posted on this blog), I was sure that they would provide me with some good fodder and that this was a good place to keep track of all of that fun stuff they are doing as they are growing. When I tell my mom stories about things they are doing, she often laments that she doesn't remember my brother and me doing anything like that when we were little because she was just focused on so many things. I am starting to get that feeling myself and figured this would be as good of a place as any to try to capture those memories.

B, my oldest, will be two years old next month. And P, my baby, is a few weeks away from being 10 months old. Yes, I'm one of those crazies that has two under the age of two and I love every minute of the chaos ... most days. It's exhausting, but you take each day minute by minute and deal with things one at a time. And to make life even more interesting, we decided to throw a cat into the mix. With him in the house, it's just like having another toddler some days. What exactly were we thinking???

Anyway, now on to one of many Mommy learning experiences I have had and will continue to have for many years to come. And I'm sure that many of you out there can relate. It's Monday morning. I'm peacefully sipping down a cup of coffee instead of inhaling it after putting it in the microwave for yet the third time for a change because the boys have slowly learned to entertain themselves. Lots of people told me that at some point, they would basically just babysit each other, and those days have fortunately started. I don't get that luxury every morning, but I savor it when I do. Boy was I wrong about this time.

The boys were playing off to the side of the room, just out of eyesight, and had been quiet for quite a while .... which as most parents will tell you is probably a bad thing. So I decide to take a look, hoping to just see them with some toys, playing quietly like little angels. Um, not! B pops up to look at me, holding a tube of bright pink, glittery lipstick in his little fist and I think the blood may have drained from my brain at that point. I quickly scan for his little brother, already knowing what I'm going to find, and see this ....

Yep - that's my baby, face covered in pink, glittery lipstick. I have no idea where he even found it. B also had it smeared on his face, but not nearly as much as P. I grabbed the pack of Johnson's Hand and Face Wipes (one of the staples I always keep within arm's reach) and quickly wiped them both down before Daddy got home from work. I have no idea which one of the two was the original culprit and which was the victim or accomplice. It doesn't really matter. But I got a good laugh out of it before I cleaned them up and put the lipstick up where little hands can't get to it now. And lesson learned ... if they are too quiet, chances are they are up to no good.