Stickers

Mom wasn't sure if she should blog this, but after reflecting on the brighter side of motherhood, it would be a shame if she didn't. 

When we were ALL sick with our deadly Hungarian stomach virus, courtesy of nursery, she decided to take a calculated risk. She left us alone in the living room for 10 minutes to take a shower.

After those 10 minutes she came out to find us happily playing with 6,639,627 stickers that we applied to every surface we could find. Thank you grandma, for the sticker book. 

It was a small price to pay...

Until the next day...

When Pompom pooped out 89,737 stickers that were ironically bananas, apples and other mixed fruit. Let's hope the adhesive doesn't cause cancer!