Currently, crayons are banned in the Heart Gone Walking household.
In the last few weeks, I have been reading books and turned the page only to discover this:
Apparently, Madeline really enjoyed reading my Bible. Specifically, the Book of Habakkuk.
And then there was the time I opened her bedroom door to get her up from a nap and discovered this:
I know these pictures are shoddy but I can't find the camera so I had to take it with my phone. If you can enlarge them, you will see brown crayon all over her light yellow walls.
Those light yellow walls that her daddy spent hours and hours painting 2 kazillion coats of light yellow paint to cover the previous dark red paint.
No, I wasn't terribly angry when I saw it. And no, it didn't make me want to run to Borders and buy "She's Gonna Blow: Real Help for Moms Dealing with Anger" right then and there.
Don't go thinking I'm crazy enough to give her crayons in her crib. I'm pretty sure my little 007 stuffed the crayon down her shirt or in her sock right before naptime.
However, there was that one time that I was so desperate to entertain Madeline that I stupidly gave her a tiny pad of paper and red Sharpie. While in her carseat. (Give me a little grace. I think it was on Hour 78 when we were traveling back from Tulsa.)
This was .2 seconds later.
What you can't see are her ruined jeans which had red markings all over. And I mean, ALL. OVER.
That one was my fault. For sure. Clearly, she was too dazed and confused to realize what she was doing.
So if you stop by for a visit, now you know why we own two Etch-A-Sketches and why crayons are hidden in my desk drawer.