When Push Comes to Shove...

I'm having fun playing with some templates. Here are a couple of layouts of photos taken during Rachel's bridging ceremony:





::::::::::::News of the Mundane:::


My kids have found interesting things to argue about since school is out for summer. Noah and Eve argued about who would clean the bathroom sink. Noah won.
While I was cleaning my bathroom Noah came in looking for more work. He begged to mop the floor. I "gave in". He finished that then wanted to use the sponge that came with the Mr. Clean bottle.

He said my shower needed scrubbing and he wanted to do it. He asked me what I would be cleaning while he was scrubbing the shower? I told him I would clean the toilet. His response about made me bust a gut... "I'm glad you're cleaning the toilet because I'm fed up having to clean it. I'm always having to clean it. I mean I've cleaned it the last two times!"

Today the two of them argued about who would get to vacuum. They took turns.

I mowed the jungle of grass that has grown with the help of several inches of rain spread over many, consecutive days. Michael sprayed the poison ivy for me since I seem to attract the oil by just being in the vicinity.

:::::::::::::Brownie Points?

I won brownie points from eldest daughter, Rachel, for baking some twice the berry, blueberry muffins. I got to eat some, so their were extra perks involved.

:::::::::::::Mission Impossible:::::

I will be taking Rachel shoe shopping at Target...to start. She wears 4eeee. That translates to FREAKISHLY wide feet and large, splashy tears from my darling daughter. We lucked into some sandals at Target last year that she wore anytime she needed to slip on a pair of shoes quickly. Today they bit the dust. I really want to thank those responsible for making that pair of sandals that we found for Rachel. They were valiant...for a sparkly, pair of inanimate sandals.

::::::::::Dirty Dishes, Hark I hear them calling...
Nasty little things they are, too.

Take care! Smiles!