Elmo Make Music? or, Pots

Our very own band. Who knew?

One Day's Worth, or, People Think I'm Joking

This is one days' worth of wash. It is a mountain, not unlike the mashed potatoes mountain in Close Encounters of the Third Kind.

Strangely, laundry is not a job I loathe. Taking out the trash? Oh, yes. Loathsome. But laundry, even in this unmanageable state, is still somewhat tolerable. It's sort of like the cycle of sin and redemption...it's gets dirty, and then, poof, it's clean again. In this odd way, then, laundry is even hopeful.

It's Not a Hat, or, There She Goes Again

Helen is really my rock solid child. I can always count on her to be cheerful, witty, up for anything, eager to please, and easy to comfort. She cries big loud tears for about half a second and then moves on. She was born with the ability to shake it off in ways I still can't fathom at my age. She is the accessory queen in the house and will do anything to find herself a new chapeau. This basket is an almost-daily favorite to try on. Helen could not be easier to completely, utterly adore.

PARK! PARK! Or, Thank God For Spring

Turtle Park is the greatest thing for kids in the Heights in good weather. The equipment is pint-sized, the facilities are made from a bunch of recycled stuff, and at 9 am on a Thursday, there's hardly anyone there. The kids had the run of the joint. I broke all my own rules--the girls just bugged me to go to the park and I said, sure. I had grocery shopping to do, I had laundry to wash. But seeing how much they loved being outside was worth running out of butter.

It's Almost Done, or, A Big Empty Room

In roughly a month, Bill got the entire family room refurbished. Lighting, painting, the works. Of course, we're waiting for the furniture, and new window and door, but that's beyond our control. What we have now is a big room with nothing in it. The girls love it--they think it's their own private disco. I love room and can't wait for it to be "finished," whatever that means in this house. It's the color of a Creamsicle, and I couldn't be happier.

POTTIES, or, you bet it's a special delivery

Three white potties showed up today.

Nothing else did, but hey, the week's still young.

Believe me, there won't be photos. This is as racy as we get around here.