But that is not why I posted this picture. I would like to draw attention to the condition of the kitchen area in the background. HAIRY SCARY!!!
You've heard of overweight people (yes, I do realize I fit into that category as well), who don't realize how large they have gotten until they see a picture of themselves. I don't think I realized how messy my kitchen was until I saw this picture. Cabinets open, counter filled with junk, dirty dishes, ect. In my defense, I did proceed to straighten it up (notice I didn't say "clean it up"-- I didn't go that far) shortly after this picture was snapped.
House cleaning would be so much more rewarding if it didn't have to be done so often, don't you think?
She is an angel! Look!--she fell asleep while praying!
Be still, my heart! Can I get 6 more just like her?
Clark had his first wrestling match last night and is currently UNDEFEATED!!!
In truth, the match was canceled just as we arrived due to a power outage, so he hasn't actually wrestled yet. But I'm sure he would have won if he had wrestled! We were all so excited to go see him that we rushed through dinner and packed ourselves all into the minivan (we don't all go together many places except the church around the corner). You can imagine how delighted we were at the cancellation. Boo! Hiss! I was ready to see my sonny boy beat up another sonny boy. Oh well, I guess I still have that to look forward to another day.
Ice cream cones were the consolation prize.
I mentioned before that we've had lots of gunky sickie poos around here lately. After a week and a half (plus), I finally realized I ought to take Cannon to the Dr. I took him yesterday, but it truly did not occur to me that such a visit might be in order until the day before. What was I thinking? I don't know. But I'm glad we went because Cannon has ear infections in both ears and George (who the appointment wasn't even for!) also has an ear infection.
Abe has class this evening so we're on our own. Shall I make dinner or shall we have every man for himself ? You know, every man for himself really only works if every man (and child) is capable of of making himself food. Which half of my people are not, so I guess that won't make my life any easier tonight. Making dinner it is.
Ciao-- as in goodbye--Not to be mistaken with Chow! Which is what I'm off to prepare.