Oct 142009
 
Wednesday Part Two:


I’m not big on offering parenting advice, for obvious reasons.


However, I think it’s safe to suggest that perhaps a parent should not do this:




I just put the big kids in the basement, the baby in her crib, and I’m heading to the tub with 97 Snackwells, a Diet Coke and some Maya Angelou.
Thank you, Jesus.

See you bright and early tomorrow.




Oct 142009
 



So I got half way to the tub and started to feel guilty for lying to you.



I’m not taking Maya Angelou to the tub, I’m taking the Pottery Barn catalog.

Whatever.

Oct 152009
 

Hello. Welcome to the Momastery. Please come on in. We have no food to offer you, but we’re funny, which we hope will distract you from your hunger, as well as the noise level, crumby couch, and occasional child-on-child violence.


For purposes of full disclosure, please know that none of the rooms you’re going to see this week have ever been this clean before. I spent the better part of last night scrubbing and flinging and shoving little things under bigger things and demanding that small people JUST STOP DOING ANYTHING. Those small people actually asked to go to bed early, just to put themselves out of my misery. I just thought out of fairness you should know.

And now without without further ado….

Here is our family room.

 

I bought that old door at a junk store shortly after we moved in. When I dragged it into the garage and told Craig we needed to mount it above the fireplace, he said “Really? Do people do that? Do people hang old doors above their mantles? ” And I said “Well, I mean, not everybody does, but most people do.” Craig was satisfied with that and got to work.

It is our blessing and our curse that neither Craig nor I have a very clear understanding of what “people do.”

This family room was also the stage for THIS debacle and THAT debacle,which are two of my favorite family memories. I suppose this proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that that I value a good story above the welfare of my children. But doesn’t everybody? I mean, children grow up, but a story is forever.

Here are a couple close-ups.

First: my entire parenting philosophy. I never do the first part but almost always manage to pull off the second part, due to the magic inside the cup and the book beside it.

Second: A better view of what Tish is reading on the couch.


She swears she’s doing research for a friend.

Tomorrow: The Dining (insert joke here) room.




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