Powder Puff Boys

Powder white skin is fine....but not if your kids are half Mexican!

So it was instantly upon seeing Avery's hair as he peeked around the corner at me that I knew something was amis. ....Or better yet....amess.

Yes indeed, 22oz of powder might be the cheapest bulk size to buy.....but it sure is no fun to clean up. These poor Texas kids missed snow, so they thought they would create their own from the top bunk...shaking every last microscopic flec into the atmosphere of their bedroom. If you notice that hazy look to Avery's photo above....that is not a blurry shot, nor is it a neat Photoshop affect....no it is simply powder laced AIR. I had to open all the windows, turn on the fan and the air purifier for 24 hours before it was even livable in there again!

It was just one of those moments where scolding was impossible....so take pictures was the only thing to do....because the prospect of just how to clean the room was enough to zap all energy as I entered the room. Oh, and be assured, while Avery is covered in the most powder, it was big brother Donovan who climbed up into the (formerly sacred and childproof) top shelf of the closet and handed down the bottle of powder.

Now I lay me down.....to......sleep. PLOP.

After a long day of tearing his mother's house apart room by room, Donovan finally decided to give it a rest. LITERALLY.

RIGHT NOW. It looks like it was a split second decision. There is a couch through either doorway to the front and behind him....but nope, it looks like his batteries just plumb wore out right in the middle of the kitchen floor.

Too bad he waited until I was out running errands...why is it that daddy has all the luck?


I have to take pictures to remind myself that they really ARE angels. When they are more lively looking it is quite easy to forget this.