More Potatoes

Places where I have found potatoes:

-In the kids' play kitchen microwave.

-In between the stove and our "pantry" aka boxes of food stacked up in the kitchen.

-In the dog's bag of food

-The hallway

-Under my bed

-Under the kitchen sink

-In the kids' toybox

Have you ever smelled a rotten potato? I shudder thinking about finding any more potatoes in the next few weeks. Let's hope we got them all.


So many people are wanting answers to the April Rose situation. Hopefully we get closure and Beccah gets the help she obviously needs. I did read the Chicago Tribune article, and it was good to see that she has admitted to what she has done. I hope we get the apology blog post that she claims she will write. With that said, I forgive her. Mental illness is a powerful thing.

I know I'm really slacking on posting pictures here lately. Many are coming, I promise. I just need to clear out my camera a bit.

Summer has somehow gotten flour all over her head so I'd better go. Is it humane to tie your kids to you with a rope?

UPDATE: Now With Photo

Things that start with P.

I'm sitting at my desk, checking e-mail and looking through clip art, and Summer and Camryn walk in with potatoes.

"Why do you have potatoes?" I ask.

"We're making a pile," Summer answers.

Okay... a potato pile... better check this out, I thought. I go in the kitchen, and there it is, a potato pile.


Better than scattered throughout the house, I suppose. I think a pantry will be our next purchase.

A little while later, I'm finishing up the (super super cute!) shirts I made for Summer and Camryn to wear to my brother's graduation party later today.

(Can't claim these designs, I made them using clip-art I purchased.)

Summer was playing with her kitchen next to me, and Camryn was in the living room. She runs in, naked. I laughed, but then, I remembered in horror that I had smelled poop a few minutes earlier. I got up, ran into the living room, and witnessed the grossest thing I have ever seen. Harley had eaten her poop out of her diaper. I hollered and yelled and ran around in circles because what else do you do when you catch your dog eating your kid's poop?

Flash forward 5 minutes: I had cleaned up Camryn and I was about to put them both in the bathtub.

"Dammit," Camryn said with a smile.

"What did you say?" I asked, thinking she must have said something else.

"Dammit!"

Oops... I'll admit I may have shouted that a few times after witnessing the fecal consumption.

"Camryn, that is a bad word. You shouldn't say that."

"Yea, that's Daddy's word!" Summer shouted.

Needless to say, it's been an interesting day so far. I hope you are all having a great weekend!