tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980886651816849216.post8611164464831917395..comments2018-10-08T05:05:27.678-07:00Comments on This & That: Hello Kitty & A Box of CrayonsALeemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07965977495692157973noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980886651816849216.post-59673606991543069112011-02-25T10:33:42.563-08:002011-02-25T10:33:42.563-08:00I LOVE LOVE this post! I love love Elizabeth's...I LOVE LOVE this post! I love love Elizabeth's small chunky little fingers! I am always amazed when I see just how smart she is! She gets more and more beautiful by the minute! This blog brought back so many memories of when Bella would insist on mailing those pics to her Auntie Amy and Uncle Guy! She would squeal with joy when we left them in the mail box and put up the flag! I remember when you once sent her back a great letter all decorated and she carried it around for months! <br />I would like to send you with a few tips for the new artist...<br />1. Toothpaste takes out permanent marker from wood <br />2. Rubbing alcohol takes permanent marker from walls.<br />I speak from experience :-)<br />Love You! XOUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15742670034005629423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980886651816849216.post-67421747801228161522011-02-24T05:48:33.822-08:002011-02-24T05:48:33.822-08:00Many years ago, when we were trying to sell the Wa...Many years ago, when we were trying to sell the Waterville house, the realtor was supposed to come by with "buyers" to see the house. I told my girls to quickly pick up their toys in the play area. It wasn't a huge mess - some crayons and coloring books, plastic tea cups ... all in all not too much for them to handle while I ran around making one last check assuring that everything was in order. They did their clean up, I did mine. Great. When I was finally bundling them up in their coats to leave the house so the realtor could show the house, their was a strange smell - like a bad, off putting B.O. "What on earth is that smell?" I wondered as I went room to room sniffing with my nose up in the air. Down to the basement to check the electrical & heating "stuff"-nothing. Back up to check the dryer, oven- nothing. Sniff, sniff ... following my nose like a well trained hunting dog, with my girls toddling behind me, we all ended up in the play area. The smell was seeping up from the heat registers. My littlest one, Laela, age 3 at the time, had followed my directions to a "T" - "quickly, quickly put away the crayons" Mommy had said. There they were - stuffed into the heat registers, melting into one cohesive colorful mass that smelled like the worst B.O. ever. Needless to say, we did not sell the house that day. CarolinaThe Muse of The Dayhttp://www.themuseoftheday.typepad.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980886651816849216.post-8426069799315569162011-02-23T17:03:00.201-08:002011-02-23T17:03:00.201-08:00We loved the pictures she did up for us and yes th...We loved the pictures she did up for us and yes they are on our refridgerator too!!! Memere & PepereAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com