I doubt “Tour of Homes” would stop by our house…

A few nights ago, I took a moment to walk around the house to assess the damage.  The girls were playing in the tub and I had a few moments to straighten things up a bit.  

Have you ever had one of those moments where you felt you didn’t know where to begin, so you didn’t?  

I decided to take those few moments, not to quickly pick up the house, but rather photograph it.  I just know one day, one day, I’ll miss seeing evidence of this chaos called my life, and I’ll miss it.  Right?  

Taco Night with Mary Clare 

Kindergarten Art Work by Mary Clare

Labels, labels, labels.  Let me explain.  One of McCanless’ homework assignments was to label our house.  She was to start with her bedroom and slowly work her way around the house.  I assumed she would use words like wall, door, bed, etc., but you know McCanless.  On day one, she wanted to label every single item we owned.  We went through hundreds of notecards and tape until I realized that mailing labels work wonderfully.  I can print off exactly 100 at a time and let her have at it!    Mel only protested when he realized that the toilet had too many labels.  (She insists on labeling not only items but each part of that item as well…toilet, top, bottom, side, etc.)  So now our house dons hundreds of mailing labels. 

Phonetically spelled signs on doors by McCanless that are so fun to decipher!

"You haf too do this.  Mile Siris and Hannah Montana on my dor."  

Before entering, you must press a photo of either Hannah Montana or Miley Cyrus to be able to enter McCanless’ room.

Groceries waiting to be put away.  It was one of those days.  I barely made it inside with the girls, groceries, all of the stuff that accumulates in the car throughout the day, before it began to rain.  I threw the groceries on the counter and put away the fridge items and left the rest.  Apparently.  I guess I never got back around to finishing.  I had to take a photo because if you’ll notice, almost every item is upside down!  Typical.  

I walked back around to the bathroom because it grew quiet.  Never a good sign.  I noticed wet, soapy footprints on the floor.  Apparently, the girls were concerned and came looking for me.  So much for straightening up, I’d much rather rinse soapy heads and read bed time stories!  Those refried beans can be scraped off of the table when they go to sleep!

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