Play Room On-goings

This last week has been a paint swirling whirlwind of room face-lift extravaganza. Dustan and Betsy have thrust their stake in the ground here at our home. (almost quite literally). Sawing, cutting, scraping, gluing, painting, climbing... this may as well have been OUR very own clubhouse. After several nights of working until crazy hours (for this old bag of bones anyway) and going to bed intoxicated by paint vapors, and tripping over ladders to get there- we have nearly finished this fantasy world of a room for our kids!! Just wanted to throw some of our recent pics up on the screen so everyone we ditched to get this done feels a sense of "at least it wasn't for nothin' ..."

And now, ... everyone can come and PLAY!!!

And if you're wondering if my kids are in their underwear.... well, yes, - they are. But it's actually their costume of choice as of late if that makes it any better. You can't show off all your bulging muscles in a shirt, and apparently you are not a true warrior unless you have bum-hugging shorts to wear while practicing moves. So- don't let the white, pastey, lanky legs and barely-there chests subtract from the world we created for these little muscles to live in. Look at the walls! Look at the TREEHOUSE!! Look at the stage!!! (complete with chalkboard paint for drawing their own backgrounds....)

Spit up on my sweatshirt

I get spit up on,... every day. Not just once a day, ... consecutively and consistently through out the day. So, I dress accordingly. I live most of my day in the scrub-dubbiest of clothes that I own, hair slung back in a ponytail, and layered shirts, so I can peel one off after it's been marked with cottage-cheese chunks. I really despise the stereo-type of "mother of four"- but I can't get around it. There's no point buying great clothes only to ruin them. So, I'm just embracing this season of bodily functions and fluids and not even glancing in the rear view mirror of trendy-days. My day will come, and a few days inbetween where I clean up real nice-like. But, ... just putting it out there; it's a pointless pressure for me to look great all the time. Blah. And if you're reading this and you have kids, ... you shouldn't either. Your day will come. Until then, enjoy all the messiness that life offers you in this season: baking with your kids, eating what you bake with your kids, painting projects, offering a hand to your teething baby- ... just let the drool coat your arm (it's probably as good for your skin as aloe)...