Indoor Living is the Life for Me-- as Long as I Can Have a Lantern

My brother, whom I love dearly {for many reasons, but also because he has agreed to watch three year old twins} bought my children lanterns. They are adorable. The lanterns, the children are cute too, but I'm talking about the lanterns right now. Not expensive ones, they have silly faces printed on them and are plastic.

Ahhh plastic. I never knew how you would become my friend. I would sing you a song, but it would be terrible and make dogs howl and my friends and family flee from me.

My children were dazzled by the fact that these googly faced creatures glowed a brilliant blue light that illuminated a darkened living room into something magical. They told "ghost" stories that consisted of Thomas the train yelling boo at Olivia the pig. Not scary, but it made them both squeal with delight--and by squeal I mean shriek until the dead requested that they quieted it down. If I were a daring woman I would've made S'mores and introduced them to ooey gooey goodness, but did you read that I have three year old twins? I'm not crazy. Okay, maybe I'm a little crazy, but I own it. There was a bear attack {the dog licked them}, rock climbing {up the red couch, down the red couch} and then there was bath time in the river {we heard splashing in the toilet}.  My daughter asked her brother, "Where can I get my nails painted here? I need more pink." to which he replied, "I don't know. Your nails are awesome!" I'm not sure if we're concerned about  the fact he noticed her awsome nails or the fact that my daughter who is three is looking for a nail salon in the pretend woods.  They were pretty awesome I must admit, but mostly because they were clean.

So, what' the lesson to be learned here?

1. Call your mom and tell her you're glad she kept your brother and didn't sell him to Gem Co.
{if you don't know what that is--it is the place you used to buy things before Walmart took over}.

2. Lanterns don't have to be expensive to be fun

3. Lanterns keep your electric bills down because your children insist on everything being pitch black so they can 'camp' in your living room while you accidentally fall asleep.{because that's what happens to mommies and daddies when the lights go out}