I knew there was a reason I didn't buy him any of that bathtub soap!

We do have sidewalk chalk, thanks to my mother in law. He's not in love with it but he thoroughly enjoyed carrying it around and putting it in piles of stuff. We too have restricted chalk access to supervised times.

Now you're going to have to try to teach him that he can only use the chalk and the soap in these particular places. Have fun with that! My son now says, "That's a rule!" when I tell him little nuggets of wisdom like that. In fact, the other day at swim class he was telling me that he wanted to go get in the pool before the teacher was ready. I told him (again) that we had to wait for Miss Simone (the 16 year old kid who teaches the class). Shortly, his little friend came up and said that she wanted to get in the pool. My son turned and said to her, "We wait for the teacher - that's a RULE!" This was complete with a finger shake. They learn fast...

read me!

Brenna
Blog at Writing UP!
Brenna Fender's Blog

1) Soap crayons nearly made my mom curse, and that's quite a feat.
2) If he messes it up, he fixes it. Mr. Clean Magic Erasers are amazing little god-sends of an invention. Somehow, they really take crayon marks off the wall with very little scrubbing. Hand him one and put him to work. I did with my son when he was very little.
3) There is a company, Crayola I think, that makes a special set of markers (Wonder Markers and paper) that can only draw on their special paper. And they work. If he tries coloring the walls blue, they just come out clear. Again, it's an amazing little invention.

But if you want to be like them, you'll have to emulate. -Ayria

thanks for the tips on the markers that only write on certain paper. i am gonna check that out!!!! i wanna make him some edible fingerpaints too....that seems like it could be fun...although the clean-up on that one could be a potential disaster! lol!

Cool Baby Reviews

Oh Lord, I have a story about Cryola markers.

So Cryola made these markers for a while, they were markers that you could draw on the walls with, on your body with and on paper with. Somehow my sister and I convinced our mother that we had to have them. Keep in mind, I was like 7 at the time.

So my mom buys the markers for like $8 or some crazy Cryola price and gives them to me. The first thing I do is pick up the black marker draw a mustache and goatee on my sister. We laugh it up because she looked like Hitler. So my sister, sara, who was sporting her facial hair, thought it was a good idea to draw a piece of crap on the wall. Really. She swore it was a butterfly, but I knew better.

Then my mom yells upstairs, "Sara, time for softball!"

We then run to the bathroom to wash of the Hitler-look and guess what, it won't come off! Then my mom starts freaking out because she's running late for practice. My mom was frantically scrubbing. she was scrubbing so hard that my sisters face was turning red. but the marker was still on.

Well, she ended up going to practice like that! My mom was pissed! I think thats why my mom just dropped her off that day and didn't stay to watch. She probably didn't want to be asked why her kid looks like a Nazi.

The last thing I wanted to do was to tell her about the crap on the wall so I decided to hang something over it. All I could find was a napkin.

Later that night my dad sees a napkin hanging from the wall and goes to tear it off. since I had used duct tape it ripped the paint off the wall. Although the paint was gone, the picture of the poop was still there.

Conclusion: Parents: don't ever give your kid markers.

The Latest Celebrity Gossip
Associated Content Link

when i was young i lived in new mexico. my mother got a small house there and it had a very worn grey paint exterior on the shingles. i was left to my own a lot and i thought the house was real plain and could be prettier. i was 5 at the time. i had a bucket of crayons that had been donated here and there from projects and friends and birthday things. most were broken and all but still useable. i becan coloring the house as far up as my little arms could go. i had quite a bit of the porch done before i was discovered. my punishment was severe enough but i also had to wash it off which was impossible because the desert sun had melted the wax into the wood. i havent thought aboput this in years and i dont remeber how or if it was ever successfully removed. i remember we tried everything from bleach to amonia! as a kid i learned to hate those smalls! eventuallywe ended up moving and who ever moved in after usprobably dealt with it but for a while i had a song in my heart because i thought my parents were going to be sooo happy when they saw the colors!!! all in a perspective i guess!