Simple Pleasures

There's nothing quite like getting a load of fresh-from-the-dryer cottons dumped on you on a cool day!

O! Me of Little Faith!

So in my last post I talked about how my darling boys created havoc on my previously clean kitchen floor. Then cynical, skeptical me questioned their repentance. No longer.



I now have evidence that the boys felt so bad about making my floor dirty that they turned words into actions by attempting to clean the said floor with approximately 32-loads worth of laundry detergent. You can see the sea of slime here:





So now I publically deliver my sincerest of apologies to my sons. I know you are sorry for making a mess on my clean floor. And thanks for helping to clean it again. Really.

Just another day in the life...

I mopped my kitchen floor at 11pm last night, something my dear friend Kim thought smelled a little of OCD. But it had been a while, and I have three (or four, depending on how you look at it) professional mess-makers in my house. So it really needed it. And it was nice and clean this morning, which made what happened have a good side, and a bad side.



I emerged from the laundry room to hear Sofia yell, "Mom, the boys!" which is never a good thing. She's my little watchdog. So I go three steps to the kitchen, and see the boys crouched over this:







A nearly full bag of Cheetos. I hate Cheetos. Now more than ever.



So as I mentioned, there was a good and bad side to this scenario. The good side is that I know for a fact the floor is Lysol clean. This means I will put those nasty pieces of faux cheese crunchies back in their bag where my husband will no-doubt unwittingly eat them. These are tough financial times, and that bag costs 4.99 plus tax. And I don't have to feel guilty, because the floor is actually cleaner than my counter tops right now.

Ah, yes. But the bad side. Since I will not be throwing the Cheetos away, I cannot use the broom and dustpan to remove them from my was-clean floor. So my other option looks like this:

Ugh. Did I mention my distaste for Cheetos? And to top it all off, does my son look the least bit repentant? Seriously. Is he flipping me off??

Craft Day

So I finally gave in to Sofia's plea for something to do while the brothers were sleeping, and this is what we came up with-- a caterpillar friend! Obviously, if I'm involved, it was very very simple. All it takes is an egg carton with the bottoms cut off, some paint, a pipe cleaner, and eyes. Voila! Of course, Sofia's attention span is limited, so we didn't get around to painting all the sections, but you get the idea...

You know your husband loves you when.....

He goes to a sporting goods store and thinks of you!

Birthday Girl!

Happy Belated Birthday to my firstborn! Sofia turned 4 years old on Tuesday. An eternity, and yet so fast. She's my #1 girl....

For her "party" we had my parents here, and Pastor Hunt & Audrey & her brother over to play games with her. She was in 7th Heaven!

Injured List

Poor little Benny. He was climbing up the kitchen chair to get into his booster seat (we have a counter-height table), and the whole chair fell on top of him. Seems the chair mostly fell on top of his toe. It's not a pretty sight. If you're eating right now, you might want to skip the next picture...