I don't mean to neglect my children. I just get busy. For instance, the other day I was up to my eyeballs in spider traps. I had a few hours to get a gazillion traps counted (who else has ever tried counting to a gazillion?), packaged, boxed, and shipped. It was a very daunting task, and if wasn't for my sister, mother, and neighbor, I wouldn't have made it.
However, in the meantime, my children were unsupervised. Wait, let me rephrase that. My children were under the supervision of Gimme. So in the hour that the traps were zipping, here's what went on downstairs...or outside...or in the bedroom...or garage...or wherever they were.
Gimme went ahead and colored all over her arms, wrist to shoulder, and then she cut Birdie's hair. Looks great huh?
She didn't stop there either. Her 3 year old cousin was over and she went ahead and scalped his buzz cut in random places. (No pictures of him on here...but take my word for it, if you like a choppy cheetah look, I know a girl that can do you up nice!)
Now, where did I put that Mother of the Year award?