Talulah vs Sharpie

On Wednesday evening, after a long and exciting day of bring-your-kid-to-work day (that only applied to me) and an appointment to see a doctor, Talulah and I snuggled up and had a picnic dinner while we watched a movie. 

It was super fun.

After our dinner and a movie date was finished, Talulah asked if she could colour. Her favorite tool to colour with happens to be a Sharpie - you know, those fun little PERMANENT markers? We've had issues with the Sharpie before, apparently the feeling of drawing with Sharpie on her table is glorious.

We talked and Talulah promised that she'd keep her colouring on the paper and not on the table. I even taped some construction paper to the table underneath the paper she wanted to colour on in the hopes that any mishaps would still happen on paper and not on table.

I went to the kitchen (which is barely even in another room to where Talulah was colouring) to load our dinner dishes into the dishwasher. I was gone for about 16 seconds, which equates to about 4.5 hours in toddler time. 

When I came back, this is what I found:

When I said, "Talulah, what did you do?" she got a tiny little smile indicating that she was shy but proud of her handy work. OMG... I have the cutest kid in the history of the world. 

Lucky for me, one of my favorite blogs had a recent post from one of it's readers sharing the secret to removing permanent Sharpie from children! (Apparently Sharpie tattoos are all the rage for kids these days.) And, that's not all... If you scroll down and read the comments there are a plethora of helpful tips for parents of budding artists!

So, taking a page from Elizabeth in California's book we slathered on the sunscreen and wiped it off. Talulah had a blast helping with the wiping, which I can only interpret as many many many Sharpie tattoo adventures in the future.

Once we finished up with our sunscreen removal, it was well past bedtime but Talulah (although exhausted) was clean. :)

Thank you Rants From MommyLand and Elizabeth in California!

In other news, Donovan sent me this text last night:

So tonight while laying in bed Lula needed to blow her nose. So I grabbed some Kleenex and got her to blow her nose. Her nose was clear and nothing came out. Then she looked up at me with her eyebrows all scrunched and with the funniest most serious face and said "my blower don't work", then yawned and laid down on her pillow.
 She is way too cute!!!!

Seriously, right? They don't come any cuter than Talulah. :)