This Is What I Mean About the Markers

Thanks bloggy friends for all your kind words about my parenting.  Maybe if I knew all of you in person, you might be not so quick with your comments.  I'm trying to look at the positive here.  At least I only yell at my own children.

Anyway, I mentioned in my beleaguered post that I'm waging a one-woman battle against THE MARKERS.  (Yes, I've confiscated them on numerous occasions but Vivi is a self-proclaimed "artiste" and she always earns them back.) Seriously though, I hate them and this is why:


Uh oh.  Mom's giving me the look.


"Mama, I got pritty legs."


Just when I was thinking, "Well, at least it was only one turtle."  Look who shows up:


As if the outfit wasn't eye-catching enough...

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Comments

  1. UnknownJuly 14, 2011 at 2:54 PM

    It's a lot of pattern but if you are that little it totally works. Mine has a full-on Snow White outfit today-it was just easier to get out of the door.

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  2. Angee @ October MorningJuly 14, 2011 at 10:00 PM

    We don't have markers for that very reason.

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  3. JennyJuly 14, 2011 at 11:44 PM

    our markers get pulled out very, VERY rarely. But, the kids get them at church. I can always tell when they've had them.....faces, hands, clothes, pretty much everything gets marked... sigh...
    I guess it gives us mommies something to talk about though, huh? LOL.

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  4. KathrynJuly 15, 2011 at 10:25 AM

    my markers are on the table for coloring all the time. If I could get my son to stop coloring on the table i'd be much happier about markers as well;)

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