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.