by Whitney Barthel posted in Pregnancy

So I must have completely missed my nesting window, and my nest needs nesting. It is seriously killing me.

Just the other morning after feeding the boys, getting two of them on the school bus, and cleaning up the kitchen, I decided I would tun on a show for the remaining two little boys, sit down and rest my feet with them.
In an attempt not to "use the TV as a babysitter," I put on a DVD of Bible stories. I mean, if I'm going to use the TV to nanny my children, who can complain about that" Not even my husband, that's who.
The unfortunate thing about some of these Christian cartoons is their effects on the human species tend to be one of two things: sheer boredom or sheer tranquilization. So, as baby Moses floated down the river, I was out cold. And my boys were getting into my stash of permanent markers.
I woke up 3 seconds (which may have been closer to 20 minutes) later to the boys bickering. George (4) was yelling at Charlie (2), "MEOW! MEOW! NO, CHARLIE! It's YOUR turn to be the momma kitty!"
*Side note: Yes, I currently have all boys but my kids are really weird and frequently pretend to be female animals.

I shot up and immediately noticed Charlie had drawn lovely zebra stripes all over his legs and hands with green permanent marker -- the marker still in his hand.
George, of course, proceeded to tattle on his brother, "Mom, Charlie was coloring in the kitchen."
I immediately envisioned gree...