Latex Paint RULES!!!

I believe I am a pretty good painter....not paint as in Picasso, but paint as in Sherwin Williams. I am proud of the fact that I never spill and rarely drip (small drips can be easily cleaned up with baby wipes anyway) when painting. So, the girl who doesn't use drop clothes and only sometimes changes into old clothes before tackling a painting job made the mother of all mistakes today.

I don't even recall exactly how it happened--whether I bumped the ladder or what--but I spilled white paint all over the living room carpet!!!! After 2 seconds of total and complete shock I grabbed the phone and frantically asked Paul to come home for lunch (since the ladder falling had woken Alia up (I was envisioning her screaming while I tried to clean paint out of the carpet before it dried). Anyway, as soon as I hung up from Paul (who graciously and quickly agreed to come home), I looked online for "how to get paint out of carpet" and the first site I googled gave me easy steps. 30min. later the carpet looked like it never happened--although it is still wet!

The casualties were the shirt and pants I was wearing--bummer they had to be the ones I like best!

So, I learned one lesson and another that I already knew was reinforced.....
1. ALWAYS wear paint clothes
2. Pride goes before a fall (or maybe a spill) :)

Youngest Member of the Holland Breaking Crew

I discovered today while playing with Alia that when she is lying on her tummy on her satin covered playpad with arms and legs in the air (parachuter style) and you take hold of her hands...she can spin!

I enjoyed sharing that with daddy on IM. I am all about the reaction!

Random Fact

Did you know…that Paul Revere was NOT the guy who rode through Concord shouting "The British are coming!" He was turned back by the redcoats…it was Dr. Samuel Prescott who actually made the famous ride, but poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow preferred the name Paul Revere when he wrote his poem making the wrong man famous! So why don't our history teachers tell us that???

The Cutting Edge

Midway through the message this morning Alia started to get noisy so I took her out. As we are leaving, she starts to cry so I stick my finger in her mouth for her to suck on so she will be quiet until we can get out of the sanctuary. No sooner have we passed the doors to the back of the church than a sharp pain hits my finger and I quickly pull it out of Alia’s mouth. The small cut on my finger tells the story and I am so excited that I pop back into church (Paul was in the back row) and quietly pick up his hand and put the tip of his finger between Alia’s gums…his face was priceless! Her first tooth! We both missed the majority of the message after that—hey, all you parents of more than one…do you get as excited about these kinds of things with subsequent children as well?