As you can see, my header says, “Where I live and create”-
Which by the way- in hindsight I think that sounds very “I-ish”. I would rather it said “we” but do you think I was going to start all over with that header after already pitching the first one?
I think not.
But anyways- yes, things we create over here at our house.
Ok. Here is something. Discuss this.
(^ That was my favorite line from Parks and Recreation. If you got it. You`re awesome)
A creation from Elle.
Yes, it`s honey. A brand spankin` new jar of it.
This photo makes me so angry. After I took it- and looked it- I decided it FAILED MISERABLY at illustrating what this doozy really looked like.
Story in summary: I was rocking Laila- while working on puter. I looked in the next room to check on Elle.
YEAH. There she was with the whole. entire. jar. squeezed out onto the coffee table.
She was dancing in it. And then, it gets better- when I lurched towards her to grab what- I don`t know- to get away from me, she jumped onto the couch… Smearing junk EVERYWHERE.
Yes, on the carpet, on the couch (got it bad), on the throw pillows.
But I just laughed and laughed because it was so cute and funny.
No, I didn`t.
Let`s just say I cleaned layers off of the coffee table. And later I discovered that the VCR across the room and the end table were contaminated too.
Galen when he came home that night, claimed he was still stepping in random patches of honey.
Oh, well- as a survivor it now makes a great story. The end.
Poor little Elle is sick today. It`s really hard to keep a mad memory towards your child, especially when they are precious and sick. 🙁