Curly Hair for a change

Ladies-help me out. How do I get the front to look like the back does? Any tricks?

Sleepy Boy

Big shoes to fill

The Rootbeer story

A few have not hear this. This happened right after we moved into this house. Boy am I ever glad that he has grown up a bit.....and Monster Truck races are on the TV really early in the morning.

Adventures of Drew
I love my son. I love my son. I love my son. I am grateful that he is still a happy little boy after this morning. So here's the story. We all know that everyday, yes everyday, Drew does something that makes a huge mess. I mean HUGE mess. Sunday it was spraying tile cleaner over every surface in main level of the house which included all of the computer stuff, luckily the only thing that no longer works is my computer keyboard, oh yeah and a few of the birthday card that I made for the ladies at church got a little wet, they might not even notice. Everything else survived. Monday it was those little instant oatmeal packages, you know the kind with all the extra sticky gooey flavors added to them. That was all over the freshly mopped kitchen. Yes I do watch him, but when I was mopping another part of the floor he got to the oatmeal in the kitchen. Tuesday, hum so long ago, what happened Tuesday? Don't recall, but since there is something everyday I do know that something did happen. Today was the fun one. I love soda, I seldom buy it. I believe I might buy a 12 pack of soda 2-3 times a year. Yesterday was one of those times. Some root beer sounded good. Love root beer. Left the case on the counter when I went to bed, didn't even think about what could possibly happen. I was so excited the rest of the house was clean and I was going to wake up to a clean house. Every housewife-every women knows what it is like to wake up to a clean house-it just starts your day of on the right foot. Drew often times gets up before I do. He is in stealth mode is what we call it. No one hears him, we don't even really know what time he really does get up. We just know that he is normally up before us. We have even thought of installing a little alarm on his bedroom door-when it goes off we would get up. Once again Drew is the first one up this morning. Today he decided to wake Elaine up. I get up and call Elaine upstairs to take a bath and get ready for school. She of course complains about Drew waking her up but doesn't tell me about the kitchen, maybe she didn't even know about the kitchen. She must have just went straight to the couch. After she is all ready for the day and go downstairs to get breakfast ready as I see Drew siting in the living room with a can of root beer-not so bad there doesn't seem to be any spilled on the carpet or couch. We can handle this. Enter the kitchen, I see what Drew's adventure was for the day. Hopeful this is the only one of the day. That pack of root beer-yes the hole pack is laying across the kitchen floor, a few of the cans are open and seem to be completely empty. The kitchen is covered in soda, I mean from about 2 1/2 feet down on everything. The walls, fridge, cabinets, dishwasher and the floor is flooded with root beer. I like to sleep as late as possible. So of course the morning has go smoothly minute by minute. This is the time for breakfast. We don't do anything else but eat. There is no time for anything else. I mange to tip toe around on what bare toe sized spots are clean on the floor. I get the kids breakfast and then wipe up the soda with a towel. Mop the floor twice-with the tile cleaner that we had left over from Sunday's adventure. The hardest thing to clean was the walls, they are textured, and the soda had started to dry. I was so happy that I manged to get it all cleaned up as fast and as easy as it was. We were even still running on schedule. I toss the mopping towel up on the counter, it tips over the white board which smashes into the candles (no broken ones) and yes the rest of the cans of root beer that where sitting beside the sink to get rinsed off. Once again a few of them fell onto the floor and because of the pressure thy burst open and spin in circles around the floor. Coating everything in the kitchen with root beer once again. Only this time it seemed to spray a little higher than two 1/2 feet, and I was standing in the middle of it all.