Apparently the gift of a pen and some paper and some time to use them makes me a fantastic foster parent
If you don’t believe me – ask my three year old duckling
This post is brought to you by the random lines on my dining room table – which suspiciously aren’t on the above mentioned paper 😂😂😂
In case you are wondering
White wine goes wonderfully with the descalation of unbraiding a wiggly and not patient three year olds braids for the last two hours
I am taking rainbow dash, captain marvel and a unicorn/llama hybrid to GalaxyCon Louisville tomorrow.
They have already stated that they are hugging every princess and “Star worlds” robot 😂
This is either a really bad idea or the best idea ever. I wonder if I should call the convention and apologize in advance for the amount of sass that is coming their way 😂
When a toddler literally forces herself to cry every time you say the word no, my suggestion is to start charging her time. She has no money but she loves her play phone so time with the phone becomes a precious commodity. I promise it works. Find your commodity #thisisfostercare
My middle duckling just said “I love you dusty”
I can’t decide if she is being sincere or is plotting to take over the world by hostile measures- I am leaning towards both
Either way it was cute and melted my heart #ducklings
I literally just told three ducklings that if they don’t go to sleep and stop playing that I would make them eat all the broccoli on the planet 😂
Oldest duckling – but we would explode
Me – that would be unfortunate
Middle duckling – I love broccoli
Me 🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️
Youngest duckling – what!?!?
Oldest duckling – you are the best foster parent
Me – just go to bed girls
🐥🐥🐥
I am exceptionally lucky. Three little ducklings actually helped me change their bedding
Victory 😂
Of course five minutes later they were throwing toys and making blankets into weapons but you know
Small victories 😂
is prepping for a showdown of epic proportions….dustyjune vs the laundry pile….if you never hear from me again, the socks have probably dragged me under the bed and hogtied me to keep them from suffering the horrors of the dreaded MAYTAG….(insert scream)
would it be wrong to tell my child that Ninjas ate all of our Halloween Candy?
This morning I am playing mediator between two warring factions
Apparently being looked at is a crime worthy of getting slapped
Let’s not even talk about what happens when you dare take someone else’s toy
My solution, as appointed mediator, is simple
Sitting at the dining room table with a book and not being allowed to play until you are no longer violent seems to be a good alternative to bloodshed
Additionally – I have decided that the two factions will be working for the greater good of the household today by helping with holiday decor.
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