Oliver is playing with his legos and making a pirate ship, with an vintage toy pig for the captain. I asked him why, and the answer was a succinct "he's a pig, mama!". Oh. Okay. Delilah is running around drinking out of everyone else's cups because she's tired of a sippy cup. But I'm tired of her tipping water or milk into the floor and giggling ( Read more... )

Today I'm going to wash down the kitchen, top to bottom. The dogs were playing in some muck outside and someone let them in without putting something down for them to lay on, and now the entire kitchen is one big dirt slide. The cabinets are splattered and streaked, the floor is covered in nothing but dirty footprint on top of footprint, and the ( Read more... )