this is the image of terror that greeted me when my husband pulled out the stove this afternoon.although I admit, it is pretty horrific, I have to be honest. I was expecting much worse!at the very thought of tackling this grimy task, I pictured images of a huge pool of unidentifiable black goo. or a…

and yes. my husband knows.in fact, my husband is quite taken with him, as well. I’ve been using these “magical clean-y-do-wopper thingies” ever since they first hit the grocery store shelves.they are AWESOME!and for some reason, unbeknownst to myself, they hold some strange power over me. a cleaning power. a force, if you will. BEWARE!…

between all the packing and cleaning, there still remains the tedious job of laundry.oh laundry, how I loathe thee. unfortunately, I get going on other stuff and ignore the growing pile of clean clothes.hey, at least their clean!but by the time the little ones are done jumping up and down in them like it’s the…

this is so hard. as I spent yesterday cleaning walls and doors and windows, I realized…I am wiping away imprints of memories, of things gone by, of everything we’re leaving behind. I didn’t think this move was going to be difficult. at all. aside from the rigorous packing and getting the place clean inside and…

Zoe: “How ’bout we just give Zander to grandma. Then we’ll only have two kids!”

okay, I’d like to pose a question to all of you lovely readers. how many of you are readers of my other blog that I have set up for my three children?I have it linked here at whiletheyplay, but how many of you even realize that it’s there? I, quite honestly, forget that it’s there!…

it started innocently. so very innocently. a nice friendly game of catch. and then, BAM! we’re suddenly staring, wide-eyed (pun intended) at a scene straight out of “Rocky”. from the looks of it, one would think he tried to lock lips with a Mack truck. but no, this was the doing of this innocent young…