Thursday, August 8, 2013

Just call me Mom-gyver


I feel like if my life these days were a movie and I were nominated for an Oscar, I would only qualify as Best Supporting Actress.  Which I am totally fine with.  These days its basically all about the kideroos, as it should be.  And while I (mostly) embrace the mundane tasks without complaint (mostly), what I really love when I can rise to a challenge posed by my dear ones.

Despite the fact that Elijah has lots of toys, he is always trying to invent new ones.  Toilet paper roll rocket ship? Check.  Overturned diaper basket step stool?  Check.  Drum mallet/bubble want parking gate? Almost check.

Fortunately, before his frustration reached its screaming point, I was able to jump in and save the day, Mom-gyver style.  (In case you are confused, Mom-gyver is a combination of my title, Mom, and this guy, mullet model extraordinaire.)  A little play dough, a rubber band, and voile! Problem solved.

As you bask in the glow of my awesomeness, please kindly disregard any crumbs that may have sneaked into the pictures.  The dark wood floors are very unforgiving.

 

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