What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

A Chronicling of Days

At the expense of appearing like an unfit mother, I blog these photos. You will just have to trust me when I say it is rare when this boy is out of my sight for two minutes straight. I know how much damage can be done in just two minutes...


My children love to color and paint and being that I am one of those wacky homeschooling mothers, I love that about them and even encourage them to be so. I keep the art supplies out of the reach of little hands but where they can be reached by bigger hands -so that the children have access whenever and where-ever they might get the urge.

But the creating and the cleaning up aren't given equal attention and inevitably, a marker falls to the floor and hides under a table or chair, just beckoning Judah to come and partake.

And since 'creating' is an every day occurrence around here, this happens every
single day.

Our days are named around here now.


This was a red day.

This one was black.

And so on.

And so forth.

I think you get the idea.

This particular day the whole 'color theme' got a bit too close for comfort. Mr. Marker Eater decided to up the ante by finding a can of orange spray paint on top of a chest freezer (which, of course, he climbed to get to). I had just begun stuffing deviled eggs, completely unaware my son was nearly going to blind himself just one room away. That was a fun day.

It would almost be cute.....


if it weren't so INFURIATING.


~and yesterdays victuals~

::: Tuesdays Menu :::


Breakfast: Huckleberry Zucchini Muffins.

Lunch: Tuna in whole wheat Pita Pockets

Afternoon Snack: Hummus and pita wedges. Dried Apples.

Dinner: Matt took pity on me (and my fried brain) yesterday and took charge of supper. Leftover tomato soup. Hummus Pitas. And possibly a few pickled eggs.

7 comments:

Bonnie said...

Yep, our J.Bs practically share birthdays, DO share initials, explorative traits, climbing skills (on a side note, mine is afraid to climb on anything he is allowed to. the swing-set for example) and a love for eating all things artsy. Crayons and paperclips being the preferred taste here.

I can relate and sympathize. And laugh.

Debbie said...

Loved this post! It brings back so many memories of my own 3 sons doing the same thing. Can't wait to see what my grandson gets into and the phone calls from my son and DIL saying "Mom, you are never going to believe what he did now". ;) LOL!

Rebecca said...

yep. It took four children but I have now been officially introduced to FPIP's. (Foreign products in poo.)

It was a marble.

Andrew said "COOL!"

Corynn said "Well. Did you wash it off?"

ew.

...they call me mommy... said...

Oh boy! LOL! :) Ella locks herself in the bathroom and proceeds to put various items in the toilet. Thankfully, we have now taught her to UNLOCK the bathroom door also! ;) I won't have to take the whole doorknob off or anything. Not that I've had to before. ;)

Mr. G's Mrs. G said...

Can't really respond with anything intelligible right now, so I'll just sit here giggling to myself. LOL

Bill & Stacy said...

Thank you for the laughs. I laugh because we have the same thing here. Only it is usually the nose so he can "sniff" the markers cause the smell good. I can't believe he got into spray paint. That's not so easy to spray. Wow!

I would LOVE if you would post your pita bread recipe. I do love pita bread. Thanks!

I am loving your no grocery challenge. I made it 3 days and went today.

Marlene Bibby said...

I can't believe how much Judah looks like Andrew in these photos. Never a dull moment in your book. Soon you won't know where they are outside, if it hasn't happened already!

Enjoy those younguns (I know you do). Before long your house will be soooo quiet.