This week, I thought I would stick a post-it on each member of my family.
Not really labeling them, but more as a general warning to the world- something you need to know about each one of us.
The first one is for smarty-pants know-it-all Monkey, age 4:
Then for poor 3 year-old Bear(and for my own sake, since I hate dealing with the aftereffects of his chocolate binges):
And for Baby Cub:
One for me, in answer to the question that I ALWAYS get when I’m out, in some shape or form. You have your hands full, don’t you?
Then, all I have to do is point to my post-it. Depending on the tone of voice in which you asked the question will determine the finger I use to point to my post-it.
I almost couldn’t think of a post-it for dh. I’m in a mood where I feel the need to spew verbal vomit about it, so narrowing it down was hard for me, even though, yes, I do love him.
I decided to go with this, even though everyone could probably figure this out without the post-it.