Snippets of Stuff

Caulk and Mud
Last week, I had the pleasure of scraping off the remnants of a bad caulking job with a razor blade.  

Took me about 2 hours of pure, unadulterated fun. 

 

 
Since I was working on the kitchen window which overlooks the front yard, I was able to boot the boys outside to play.

Sure enough, they made a mud hole.

And proceeded to paint their bodies.

You might be thinking, "Oh, wow.  She's such a chilled mom to let her kids get so dirty."  Not so.  I am trying to be more of a chilled, spontaneous, "let's-go-out-and-get-MUDDY" type of mom.

But this was an act of occupation desperation.  I needed their hands and hearts to be doing something (anything!) while I scraped the caulk.

And as long as their chosen activity didn't involve guns, knives, illegal drugs, or motor vehicles, I was good with it.

Guilt

I am often racked with guilt that our pet rabbit, Mr. Sniffer, has to live his life in a (luxury) hutch on our back porch. 

So (every now and then) I let him inside.  He stays in the kitchen and rips up the newspaper.  The kids feed him expensive organic produce and I feel better about the state of our animal affairs.

Love
The day that my children stop putting on their shirts, shorts, and underwear backwards will be a sad one for me.

And Finally...My Pantry
Surely you remember the "before" shot:

Ahhhhh.   Now it's white and there's SPACE between the items.  Magazine beautiful?  No.   But very practical and ultra user-friendly. 

I'm going back in there to stare at it now.