It's been a foolishly fast fall....I really don't know where time went or once again, how to catch everyone up on the happenings of my dynamic duo, so I will start with a breaking story... one that most moms...would most likely keep a secret, never to speak of again....but I am NOT most moms. We shall call this entry STICKY FINGERS.

THE ACCUSED
AKA: The RHW
AKA: The RHW
about 35 inches tall, 45lbs
strawberry blond, green eyes
missing her two top front teeth from a runin with an entertainment center
And so, yesterday afternoon - following a long night of Pinterest (follow me!)
I decided I would recreate these fun ornaments... which of course required me to take a trip to Michael's. I had the RHW with me, we took our time, we piled things into our cart....paint, brushes, paint pens, plastic ornaments, glitter and a 4ft tall house of cardboard. You know, the usual. We approached the checkout line when I looked at my phone - I don't wear a watch. Time reads: 3:25pm. I have to pick up Kenz at 3:30 (and the other two girls we carpool with)... I make a plead to Allie to not throw a fit, but we have no alternative but to leave our cart and come back with Kenzie. I am in a stare down with a 4 year old and I am praying that the gods above grant me victory. I tell Allie, it's a game, let's play a game and see if we can hurry back before they put our cart away. I tell a sales associate, "I'll be back, I have to pick up my kid" - - which to a 17 year old I look like, "um, whackjob, you have your kid WITH you."..... but question he did not, he stood at my cart and trusted those words.....
I pick up Kenzie and drop off our friends. I tell Kenzie we are going to make amazing ornaments and all we have to do is go back and rescue our fully loaded cart. The really great thing is...neither of my children think this is ridiculous. We walk into Michael's and it is then that I learn my cart was just put back --- quite possibly because since I was late, I was at the end of the pickup line, thus increasing the time it takes from pick up time to drop off... ughhhhhh. And so, we begin the journey again through Michaels.....
glitter, paintbrushes (ooh! new colors!), ribbon (don't ask)....and of course the cardboard house to color. This allows for no one to travel by cart (remember, it's 4ft tall)...
As we walk through the aisles, I am impressed...both of my children walking freely through the aisles, nothing falling, nothing getting touched, it's glorious and may have been a first...I always have Allie captive in cart. It's safer for everyone involved...when I turn around and see my little RHW with her hands in her pockets (wearing a jumper with a front pocket)....I see her rummaging inside her pocket when I say..."UM! What is in your pocket?!?!?"
She looks at me guiltily and says, "Nothing"
I say, "SHOW IT!"
She slowly pulls out a sparkly little holiday berry.
I say, "ALLIE! Where did you GET THAT?!?!"
I asked her to put it down and after arguing with me about it's beauty and sparkle I asked if it was worth a trip to jail and gave her a brief hard knock life story.
She pouted and stomped and I headed to the checkout.
Lesson learned: Allie still needs to ride in a cart.
All hands need to be within my vision at all times. I will also be doing pocket checks before leaving every store for the next few weeks.
And for those of you wanting to see the "house" - and Allie's hidden dress pocket (it's behind the peace sign) - enJOY!




















