Monday, December 18, 2006
Last week, Ace put the last coat of chalkboard paint on our kitchen door. Remember me saying how absent-minded I am when I have to bring something? This is my little helper ... I spend a few minutes each night, writing out the schedule for the next day if it is packed full of stuff. This week, it is all about the Christmas parties that the kids have this week. Book exchanges, sprinkles, party favors, and canned goods are all things that need to be taken to respective schools this week. It will be a fun one.
As soon as Ace put the door back on its hinges, the kids primed it for us with their artwork and writings. It was a lot of fun watching them putting their own personal touches to the door, and then erasing them only to start all over again.
Last Sunday, my work crunch day, Ace came back and said ...
I am SOO sorry. I know that you are trying to get work done, but you HAVE to come out here and see what the Man wrote on the door. He turned to me and said "Daddy ... is this how you spell chalk board?"
As I walked into the kitchen, I instantly wished I had brought the camera...
was written in very plain letters on the door. I had to make a hasty escape to the hallway so the Man didn't see me bust out laughing at the alternate spelling.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
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