Mess

The picture below is what my living room looks like at this very moment. I thought I would document this mess....for future reference...like when my kids complain someday that their children made a huge mess. I am messy, so I understand the problem of messiness. I am not complaining---what I am doing is making memories....or......just nicely putting it out there, that I had worked hard to clean this exact space this morning. I even vacuumed and dusted. I had just went upstairs for a couple of minutes to fold a load of laundry, and this mess is what I was welcomed back to downstairs with. UFFDA! Hal saw me take this picture. While I was looking at the picture on my camera, Hal asked, "Why did you take a picture of that?" I replied, " To send to the mess police." She then yelled " WHAT ARE THEY GOING TO DO?", I laughed, and then she asked, "Are there really mess police?" I need to remember that I have a daughter who is prone to worrying--about things such as the existence of police who patrol messes. I did tell her I was kidding.

Below is a picture I took of Owen yesterday. He looks so sweet and innocent in this particular picture. He is almost 14-months-old. I am amazed and in love with the little boy he is turning into.

Below is another picture of Owen (taken yesterday also). If you look at Owen's face, you will see the mischievous expression he has. He gets this expression often. I think, when he makes this face....he sort of looks like "Chucky"(the character in those cheesy horror movies from the early 90's). Just saying. He is a sweet boy-- however, he can be sort of naughty. I am thinking this is the child that is going to keep me on my toes.

Yesterday at the park, Owen experienced sand for the first time. He was playing in the sand, when a curious little girl (about the same age as himself) crawled over to scope him out. The little girl looked sweetly at him and even patted his face gently. Owen picked up sand and threw it at her. I thought, oh he didn't mean to do that, which he didn't, but he did it again, and again, and again---with the same expression that he is sporting in the above photograph. YIKES: was what was written on the face of the little girl's father.

Jess got extended today,this means that he is not coming home like he is supposed to (tonight). He works one week on, one week off. He should be home tomorrow night instead. He stays busy while he is away at work; as he flies across the country numerous times during the week. Jess flies the fastest jet there is out there ( so I am told), besides some military planes. He is flying a jet that now has high speed internet on board. Crazy to think about. I could send him instant messages now if I wanted to---while he is flying, which he could receive at 45,000 feet in the air, but I won't, because I am worried he would get distracted and miss his destination.

I was talking to my dad on the phone tonight, I had a question to ask him about grilling steak. I had put some steaks into a marinade the other day, I needed to make sure that it was still okay to eat them; as the steaks had sat in the fridge for the last three days marinading. As I was talking to my father, I heard Hal and Keyton in an argument,which eventually escalated into a screaming match; as I checked on them I saw that there was toothpaste all over the floor of my main-floor bathroom. Why was Hal brushing her teeth before dinner, downstairs? This is the same question I asked my dad: his reply, "I do not know.....ha ha ha." As I was telling my dad about the mess my daughter had made, Owen made his way to Ruby's dog dish and proceeded to throw pieces of Ruby's dog food all over the mudroom. I told my dad, " Owen is in the dog food!", my dad's reply, " I think I will let you go, so you can take care of your kids. Ha ha ha!". Surprisingly the steak kabobs I made, turned out delicious.

It is now 11:27 p.m., which is way past the promise I had made myself just yesterday--- that I would start going to bed at 9:30 p.m. I think I will leave that gigantic mess until tomorrow.