Mason Jars

Gack!

My dear friend Annie was a gem and gave me scores of mason jars for summer canning along with gobs of clothes for my brood which were sorely needed. Well, dum, Dum, DUUUUMMM! Lord WTF was ready.

I have about twent mason jars lined up in neat little rows filled with an assortment of wonderful childhood objects. My personal favorite was chalk and water. Note to self for the billionth time. Put %&*# away as soon as it enters the house and keep it under lock and key.

Well, at least I can count my lucky stars; he didn't pee in any of them.

Scrubs

A word that will strike fear into my little children, SCRUB!

The latest victim, Rachel, who decided to go hog wild with a dry erase marker while I went upstairs to nurse her baby brother. Apparently she was channeling Picasso and couldn't help herself.

An hour later, she was done cleaning the black streaks off of the wall, the tile, the hardwood floor and the carpet. Martha Stewart has nothing on her domestic skills.

Dalmations and Bleach

It is absolutely amazing how the most inoccent of childhood movies can corrupt a child. First it was Winnie the Pooh and the Amazing Honey Incident. Now, 101 Dalmations inspiring my children to mark themselves with black spots in order to join the ranks of man's best friend.

Woof!

Thank goodness for bathtime.

Rachel took it a step further and drew on some funky eyebrows for herself. Here's rendition of what she looked like.



We call her little Renji now. (yeah, it's an inside joke for any of the anime fans out there.)