Tattoos

I know, I know... It's been a long time. I have a lot to update. 

Where to start?

Maybe something light and cute. A little warm up to wake up this dormant blogger. I'm thinking of going with the kids on this one. I can't lose showing pictures of the kids. 

So what do I do when I'm not blogging? 

Letting this kids express themselves by getting all inked up. Yep, mother of the year has been giving her three-year-old and one-year-old several tattoos. 

I'm still amazed at what I can get my Brown Eyed Girl to do for a tattoo. 

Make it a princess, any princess, and I can ask for anything. Princess tattoos are prime negotiation material. They are worth millions on the blanket market.

I would love to find (and kiss) the person who invented temporary tattoos. They were obviously a parent. Obviously a genius. And are now obviously very, very rich.

We are experiencing a new transition in our household. I like to call it, "Monkey see, monkey must do or monkey will flop around on the floor like a fish out of water until monkey do."

So, Mr Blue Eyes also got a tattoo. 

Not for good behavior.

We've been over this before.

I bribe my children to get what I need and pacify their mood swings and budding temper tantrums. 

It's not "MOTHER" or even "MOM"

But that tattoo kept him entertained for over an hour. And that my friends is priceless!