West Texas Mama

SHHHHHHHH - I'm hiding.  Need help.  Short Ones have taken over the household.  I fear I cannot remain hidden much longer.  Weak from exhaustion, I've taken refuge under a large pile of laundry as I do not believe they will come near it.  The male continues to eat everything he can get his hands on and appears to grow two inches every night.  The female is a wiley one and carries a pirate sword.  I am very, very afraid of her.  Should I not survive, tell El Hubbo I love him and that I fought valiantly.  Much love, West Texas Mama P.S.  I bequeath my coupon binder to my sister. 

El Hubbo has flown the coop and headed to the Fort Worth Stock Show.  This leaves me alone in the battle for supremacy of the household.  Much creative maneuvering is required if one wishes to outwit and survive the short ones' quest for world domination. I decided tonight I would distract them with crafts.  Why on earth wouldn't I want them to have access to an arsenal of glue, markers, and scizzors?  What is that you say?  I'm asking for trouble?  You might be right, but it actually went quite well.  Plus, it appears that if you let them sniff enough glue and markers they will go to sleep earlier.  Bonus fact, if you sniff enough markers, you really won't care what kind of a mess they are making. I thought it would be fun for them to make Valentine cards.  We dug through the "art box" which is a collection of markers, crayons, stickers, glitter, ribbon, fabric, paints, and other junk awaiting to be turned into a fantastic creation.  Once a complete mess