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One night while tucking Abby into bed she sweetly chimed, "good night! Sleep tight! Don't let the bed bites bug you!" I like her thinking. Sometimes life bites. The trick is to not let it bug you.

Sunday, July 23, 2006

I've been feeling guilty all week for admitting to not being able to get my own house clean.
So tonight, I am posting my excuse:

I know this is pathetic. I do love the little darlings, and they are occasionally good for a laugh. But they haven't yet caught the vision of the group effort. For example, after a week of sending Wesley downstairs with his folded laundry to put away in his room, I happened to notice a huge pile of socks and underwear on the floor behind his dresser. Apparently, in Wesley's mind, opening the door and chucking your articles across the room is just as good as walking to your dresser and opening a drawer. And I couldn't figure out why the boy kept complaining of no clean underwear. Ian has a similar problem: he doesn't enjoy being dressed, and he disrobes at odd hours, leaving partially or unused diapers here and there about the house. Last night Scott heard noises coming from his room. He entered to find Ian naked, sitting on the rail of the crib. (I realize that I am digressing. I guess I am hoping that the absurd circumstances that I am living in will make a case for my poor homemaking habits. I can hear the violins now.)

We are adjusting in some ways since Annie's birth, although I was reminded today of how much more we would enjoy church if it had a drive-thru window. Coming home we found that the AC was out- on the hottest day of the year. Tomorrow is Pioneer Day, a state holiday, and we will celebrate in the same manner as the original pioneers in 1847: burning up, but happy to be here.

Oh- and with putting children to work. heh heh...


apple slice said...

ktg, your site is exquisite. Rest assured, I read everything. I am impressed with your digital skills. Your writing is superb. May this be prelude to your bestseller. Your children are dolls. I love the perching on the crib rail. And, the image of your father and Abby is too fine.

Keep it coming!

KTG said...

to Apple Slice, the other KTG...I blog because I accidentally set this up when trying to get an account to read YOURS! I love your entries, and the comments from Brian and your mom. Thanks for the compliments!