Barely in Focus.

Ooohh wee! It sure is dusty around here.

Between working full time and wrangling four kids, I've barely had time to brush my hair, let alone try to sit down and write something witty.

I was lamenting to Mark just the other day that I wish I had more time to take care of our need-to's, have-to's and want-to's. I found myself feeling down because the house was messy, laundry had piled up and the fridge was in dire need of excavation.

I wished aloud that our house was photo shoot spotless, like my brother's place, where my sister-in-law (who makes being fabulous appear damn-near effortless) keeps the house in tip-top shape, all the time.

It was then that Mark reminded me: She has half the kids and twice the time -- she's a stay-home mom.

I think of that often. I have twice as many kids as most people I know. And all those little people are messy and need to eat several times a day, every day.

Not that I'm complaining. No. Not in the least.

I love this crazy, hectic life and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

See for yourself. (And try to look past the baskets of unfolded laundry. I do.)

What passes for dinner around here.

The Deuce and Da Dog

Proud new scout.

 

Dog Art.

Now you see her.

Now you don't.

Love.

Double love.

For those about to nap, we salute you.

Toothless.

Guess which one likes the Twilight series.

A typical Saturday morning.

This last picture sums it all up. Despite ample seating room, they prefer to scootch into one big chair and hang out together.

Love it.