Monday, February 2, 2009

Handprints

I know there's that poem all about cherishing
your children's handprints. . .
even when they are all over your furniture and walls
because soon the kids will be grown and gone 
and I'm told I will miss them. . .


Now that I've taken a picture
can I clean my counter?

2 comments:

The Rocks said...

That looks like my house! With two toddlers, I feel like I'm constantly following them around with a Clorox wipe, trying to get handprints and any other bodily part or liquid off my walls, counters, doors, etc. Glad to see I'm not the only one!!!!

BTW, we found out what we're having--it's a BOY! It came as a total shocker to me. It was supposed to be a girl (at least in my heart!) Oh well! He's healthy and kicking up a storm so I'm good with that.

jodie333 said...

That is so true, I thought about you on Sunday and a post you made a while ago, and this post goes hand in hand. I went to get Gaige up from his nap I open his door and he is standing there and his hands were full of something but I didnt see what until I bent down. Then it was like slow motion! I first notice that his pants were off, then it hit me what was in his hands! POOP!! still in slow motion I notice the HAND PRINT all over the walls and floor. I screamed for Trevor and after a really long bath. I say to Trevor! I wish I would have taken a picture!! TOO BAd! you'll have to use your inmagination!