Popcorn Popping

Because it just tastes better from the floor instead of a bowl.

Whatever floats your boat I suppose.

Crummy Croup

Now both of my girlies have it!  BLAH.

You've got to be kidding me!

Lessons learned from today's little adventure:

It's impossible to get 32 fl oz. of bubble mix out of your carpet.  No matter how much water and towels you end up using.

Cleaning up 32 fl oz. of bubble mix out of your carpet results in a rather large load of towels and rags that now need to be put in the laundry.  (Never mind the three loads I did yesterday)

If at all possible, never let your oldest daughter pour 32 fl oz. of bubble mix onto your youngest daughter.

We need to purchase a wet vac asap!

Never try to get anything done (especially when it's church related) while the girls are awake.  In other words, never try to get anything done.

Cleaning up messes usually results in much larger messes.  Messes made by both the cleaner upper and the little mess makers.

Having 32 fl oz. of bubble mix poured onto your carpet results in a huge headache, both figuratively and quite literally.

Having bubble mix poured onto your carpet results in many tears shed by all involved.  The youngest- because she had the bubble mixed poured onto her, the oldest- because she was punished, and the mommy-because she ended up feeling like a horrible monster of a mommy after all was said and done.

No matter how many things end up going wrong in a day there is plenty of good to back it up.

No matter how big of a mess 32 fl oz. of bubble mix can make it's never large enough to compete with the cuteness of a little mess maker asking if we can still do "bubbooz".

The Debate

Facebook....to join or not to join.

I'm torn on what to do.  Right now Chad is the only in one who has a Facebook account.  So, every once in awhile I'll jump on and see what others are up to.  Mainly I browse photos and chat with my brother in law.  Lately, I've been debating on actually getting my own account and catching up with those long lost friends of mine.

Here's my hold up.  I don't view Facebook as a log of my daily events.  (Even though it seems like some of the most random things are shared by others.)  I look at my blog as my journal and record of family events that are taking place, mingled with the occasionally bit of randomness.  I view Facebook as a great way to get in touch with friends, view their photos and see their families, and I think it makes for one great address book....of sorts.  If I were to join Facebook I would be one of those facebookers/bloggers who only posts once every year, although I would chat with someone for hours on end.  Also, I really have been holding off on joining so I can still be numbered with the few that haven't "conformed".  Kind of like how Chad and I still don't have cell phones (pause for audible GASP!)  I'm living proof that you can live without your cell phone!

Here's why  I want to join.  I have a ton of great friends that I would love to get back in touch with and not everyone has a blog that they keep up, but it seems like most people are on Facebook.  That's the only way I can really get in contact with some of these people. 

There you have it.  The worries that fill my day.  Haaahaaahaaa...ya right.  I wish that was the only worry that ever filled my day.  But for now this is the one you get to hear about.  :)