Michael Monet

Yesterday was pretty uneventful..too cold to do anything but stay in. Luke's Mom called to invite Michael over to play. He was still in his pj's so Luke came to our house. They were doing great. Since Mark had the day off , I took the opportunity to quilt and do laundry. The boys were in the basement with me all morning. They decided to go upstairs to get a snack..they love to eat snacks. Mark was in charge...need I say more? He was watching a basketball game and looking at pergolas on his laptop...dreaming and designing our backyard. The boys went to Michael's room to play for awhile. Michael's room is right above the family room so you can hear everything that is going on. Mark says that he could hear them laughing and jumping off the bed. Boys being loud and doing things they aren't supposed to. Well, for a while there was no noise....should have known. I'm in the quilting groove and see the end of the tunnel with the t-shirt quilt I and frantically trying to finish...another story for later....All of a sudden I hear, "Jan, you better get up here." I run as fast as an old woman can go up two flights of stairs. Mark meets me at the top of the stairs outside Michel's bedroom with his hand covering his mouth. The boys are sitting on the edge of the bed looking like they know they are dead meat. I look at the walls around Michael's bed...The art work was amazing...trains of course, boats, planes, the alphabet, ...they even signed their artwork. I hit the ceiling. Let's just say that I don't think either one of the boys will ever look at a marker in the same way. Thank heavens for those magic crayons..the ones that I think have Mr. Clean on the package and the "special little boy paint" that Sam put on the walls in Michael's bedroom. The boys had to scrub all the marker off. And while they were working I was still giving them a tongue lashing. You might wonder where Mark was during all this time...Well, I had to send him out of the room because he couldn't keep a straight face. As soon as Luke finished, he hit the bricks. Needless to say, playing in Micheal's room or any where that we can't see or hear those two is from now on prohibited. You might be wondering why there is no picture....I didn't feel that I should leave the room...someone of authority had to be in control of the situation. I must give credit where credit is due...I was telling Cassie about our little adventure...she came up with Michael's new name...laughing all the way from Kansas. Just wait..your day will soon be here. Then it will be my turn to laugh.