Last night Little Maeg and her boyfriend had us over to his house for dinner. She made yummy tacos and it was fun watching them together. Zack's a great guy. We got home and the kids were playing nicely in their room. It was past their bedtime but they were so mellow I thought it didn't matter. As I laid on our bed next to Mike I knew it was too quiet. Ella came in and tilted her head to her shoulder, "Sorry Mommy. Sorry Mommy. Sorry Mommy!" She handed me a black crayon. She had drawn all over one of the walls in Maxwell's room. I know I'm supposed to expect these things. Like the way they'll probably cut their own hair and they'll probably get chickenpox. It was a Crayola Washable crayon and it came right off. I firmly told Ella we do NOT draw on walls, only on paper at her desk. She just kept nodding her head and telling me, "Sorry Mommy." I told her I forgave her and I asked her to help me clean it up. She went to bed- it was no big deal.
Today I was in the kitchen making lunch. It was too quiet. I went in Maxwell's room. Same crayon, same wall. We talked about it and cleaned it up. Again.
It's time to find chalk and encourage the chalkboard. (Remember that awesome chalkboard Mike built in Max's room? I am so forgetful that every time I go to the store I forget to buy chalk. They think it's just an alphabet board for their letters.)