Hiatus

I promise I'm still alive.

We've been crazy busy and I've thought a million times about posting, but I haven't brought my little fingers to the keyboard.

I'll get to that soon. Promise.

In the meantime, check out the links to other fabulous bloggers whom I admire and adore. They are brilliantly funny.

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day to all! Our day was filled with a pancake breakfast and a family trip to the zoo.

I couldn't have asked for a better day, but just in case I could The Smartest Man Alive got me a Keurig. I am loved, spoiled, and couldn't be happier.

Thank you, Little Man, for giving me the best job of all: Mom. Each day you bring me joy, happiness, and a love like no other. And thank you to my own mom who continues to love and nurture me even in adulthood.

Dude, Where's My ...

I haven't been able to blog in a while, because I've been so busy ... making sure our house doesn't turn into a toxic dump and get swallowed whole by the earth.

So. How old is old enough to pick up your own toys? I'm wondering because that's a LARGE part of our house cleaning issue. Little Man has turned into a whirling dervish and anything that's not nailed down is fair game. The Smartest Man Alive thinks he's too young to learn to put away his own toys, but I think we should start teaching him now. He's 16 months and if we could contain the clutter in some specific part of the house, that would be immensely helpful.

Right now, he has a playroom. But, he brings all of his toys out into the living room and promptly ignores them so that he can dismantle my baker's rack filled with cookbooks, opens cabinets and removes various bakeware and then scatter it all over the house ... you get the picture.

I hate clutter and the sooner we can resolve this problem, the better for all of us.