Wednesday, October 28, 2009


It has been a while since I have posted - but I assure you I have good reason!  As some of you already know, my photography has suddenly taken off like wildfire.  It is wonderful and more fun then I could have ever imagined.  But, alas, it does not leave much time for blogging.  I will still do my best to update you on our daily occurances as much as possible, I promise.  You will always be the first to know when I find a mouse terd, or Aiden tries to bath in the toilet (Lucky you.).  In the meantime, here are some photos from around here.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009


Today I found a mouse terd. A single mouse terd in my cupboard. Not just any cupboard, mind you, my pantry cupboard. The cupboard in which I keep all of my children's treats; fruit snacks, graham crackers, marshmallows, oatmeal. Even a few big kid treats - my husbands requirement of Pop Tarts (gag) and most importantly - the coffee.
Anyway, for those of you who know me, you know this meant a serious undertaking today - immediately. So, as I was going through 3/4ths of a bottle of bleach spray and vacuuming my way to a sanitary environment and tossing out any items that could have even remotely come with in a whisker's length of a mouse, I was listening to the joyful sounds of my son s he played with the vacuum and and danced to the music in the kitchen. That was, until he disappeared. I figured he had gone to reek destruction in his sister's room as he usually does - until I heard the lid of the toilet...
I dropped everything a dashed to the bathroom where I found the guilty subject standing over the toilet bowl. There he was. In his glory. Splashing happily. In the pee-water of the toilet bowl, which, apparently, his older sister neglected to flush after she did a last minute sprint to the potty this morning as the school bus pulled into our drive. He was up to his arm pits in pee, and lovin every minute of it!
I whisked him up and dropped him into the bathtub, removing soaked clothes and trying (as hard as possible) not to touch the wet spots. I began filling the tub when, whadda know, Aiden had another surprise up his sleeve - he pooped. A big, squishy, orange poop. Now smeared all over the bottom of the bathtub. And to top it off - he was pulling the bath letters, stuck to the side of the tub, down into the poopy water with him. Seriously. Some days I could just scream, if it didn't make such good stories, right? This is almost as good as the time he pooped in the bath and ate the corn....but that is a story for another day...
Anyway, you should be glad to know that I now have extremely clean cupboards (yes, I cleaned ALL of them. There are 18), almost no food (because I threw it all out), and a shiny, clean son. I may even still have my sanity - for today.