The other morning, the Schloss gang woke up on the wrong side of the bed. It was as if our house had been cursed with the whine plague. Admitedly and shamefully, the kids were not the only ones to blame. I had a few moments of long, high-pitched complaining that I am not proud of. I realized this was a Schloss emergency, or an epidemic, when we all started whining at the same time. My husband never hurried off to work so quickly.
So, I wasted no time. I gathered up the kids and headed to the nearest A.C. Moore with our pajamas on. This whiny day called for some MAJOR creativity to release our grumpies and nurse us back to life. At A.C. Moore, we found a stack of 8 by 10 canvases, some paints, a little glitter and hurried out before we had a chance to spread our whine.
So, I wasted no time. I gathered up the kids and headed to the nearest A.C. Moore with our pajamas on. This whiny day called for some MAJOR creativity to release our grumpies and nurse us back to life. At A.C. Moore, we found a stack of 8 by 10 canvases, some paints, a little glitter and hurried out before we had a chance to spread our whine.
When we got home, my son calmly and meticulously painted his masterpiece called, The Rocket. By the way, paint is the only thing that makes my son's feet stop moving. Amazing.
My babe's technique was a little different.
Her wild and passionate brushes were not limited to her canvas.
She was a risk taker......and a little out of control.
Even though I had a lot of paint to clean up, the whine plague was lifted and my little creative beings were happy.....
And that made me happy too.
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