Monday, January 17, 2011

Sign of the Times

I've entered a new era of motherhood.

Gone are the infant carriers, bottles, and high chairs. There's a light at the end of the diaper tunnel. No more burp rags, bibs, and four extra sets of clothes "just in case". My days of mixing formula are over. My diaper bag now carries church papers, raisins, chap stick and sippy cups, and the occasional McDonald's toy.

Slowly but surely, our home has become filled with Legos, shoes that tie, backpacks, chapter books, assorted tutus and lots and lots of stuffed animals. And approximately 900 hair bows.

The kids were all playing semi-quietly upstairs the other night while I was unloading the dishwasher, and I went upstairs to find that Dane, sick of his sisters re-arranging the stuffed animal football game that was in progress, had made a sign for his bedroom door:
And for the non-readers, an illustrated interpretation:

I think a certain sign maker felt like the sisters were feeling left out, so he made a sign for Harper and Emerson's bedroom door also:

Every body is aloud. To see are cuteness.

My children are 7, 5, 3, and 1 years old. We are only just beginning a stage filled with Lego cities, GI Joe wars, princess castles, and baby doll mommies. I have a feeling many, many more bedroom signs are in my future.


Adrienne said...

Ha ha ha! I like Dane's illustrations. :)