Lost Memories

Dave and I have a new ambition- P90X. Awesome!!! We decided to try working out in the morning last Friday instead of at night after the kids are locked away in their beds fast asleep. Big mistake. Lexi called for help upstairs and we attended. She was in the bathroom and her hands were covered in finger nail polish. Curious as to where the polish came from Dave started looking. Nothing in our bathroom. Ah Hah but in the girls bathroom polish was all over the counter and inside the sink. Instead of white countertops we had blue and pink with a marble looking texture. Immediately Dave freaks out, Lis calms him down, and we were back to Kenpo.
After our workout I returned to assess the damage and start the recovery process. No big woop, except halfway through the process I realized I hadn't taken any pictures. No pictures for who we have now nicknamed "Handful" to prove what she did as a child. No pictures to show the proof of what a big mess it was and how damaging it could have been. No pictures to laugh and remember what joy little curious hands can bring. And so I write this blog in the hope that this one memory can be remembered and revisited even without pictures. I will do better!