I Should Be Sleeping--

Today was a Mr Destructo day. Let your imaginations run. Imagine the worst. That's what the house looked like. Here's my biggest problem: the S-man does as much as, or more, than Mr D and Mr D isn't slowing down. What will happen when the third Stooge starts moving around? I am positively (or negatively?) shaking in my britches at the thought. I think that will be when Lolly and I move out. We'll build ourselves a cute little guest cottage in the backyard. Only we'll be the permanent guests. And there will be a massive NO BOYS ALLOWED sign on the door. And it will not smell like refried beans or dirty undies.

Don't let that innocent look deceive you.

The lowlights of today include the living room getting scotch-taped (Mr D) (oh yeah, and getting the tape down from the armoire with the help of double-stacked chairs--Mr D), including several wraps around the tape dispenser itself (Mr D), and taping a movie to the couch (Mr D), a dead worm on my kitchen floor--which makes no sense, as there were plenty of spills and lots of dirt on it--that was saved to show Lolly after school (Mr D), a whole bottle of water emptied into a watering can and...wait for it...poured onto a couch cushion that (I think) might have finally dried from getting doused yesterday (S-man), then the same cushion got covered in red powdered candy (S-man) (who makes that crap?). Oh, and I caught them consuming my lip gloss. It was like a lip gloss smorgasbord.

And they have colds. I'm thinking new lip gloss is in order.

Sweet.

Anyway, I took pictures of every room in the house and the messes in them--except the laundry room because I thought you should be spared that special horror, given that you might have one of those messes for your very own--to give you a tour or terror, but I think that instead you might like to see the baby.

Clearly I have so mastered the red-eye flash.

I think his life is flashing before his eyes.

She loves him so much. Have I mentioned there's stiff competition to hold him?

Lolly arranged the burp cloth and I came in and laughed out loud.

I might be the only one that found it funny.

Getting ready for the first Thanksgiving in his bonnet.

Luuuke, come to the dahk side.

Thanks everyone for your congratulations. Now who wants to come to a special weekly folding laundry party at my house? Didn't think so.

Oh, there's something that's been bugging me on our never-ending list of things to do to this fixer-upper that has more fixers than uppers. Our floors. We ripped up the gross carpet to reveal our wood floors. That have paint over-spray on them. We have zero budget right now for refinishing, especially because it would require us to completely move out of the house--which is not a reasonable option--since once you start staining, you can't stop, we've heard.

The Husband did start sanding some of it off.

My favorite part is the shoe prints.

Sometimes I lean toward painting it. What would you do? And what the heck are we supposed to do about this 1/2 inch lip? Or that 1/2 inch gap under the baseboard? We're such clueless diy-ers.

Oh, and re-carpeting isn't an option. Do you how nice it is to wipe up spills instead of dabbing at them? Very nice. Now tell me what you'd do.