I thought it might be fun to post pictures of the bits and pieces of my house.  Well, not my house really, but some of the things in my house that I love.  Since we’re just getting to know each other and all.  I mean, seriously, the inside of a person’s house says a lot about them don’t ya think?  On a bad day my house would not tell you good things about me.  The dusty footprints from one end of the house to the other, for instance, would tell you that yes, my kids were born in a barn.  The inch worth of dust on various ledges and picture frames would try to deceive you into believing that there isn’t a bottle of orange scented Pledge and a willing dust rag beneath my kitchen sink.  The small mountain of breakfast dishes on the counter would give away the fact that I’m one of those moms who can’t muster up much more than a bowl of cold cereal (toast if they’re lucky) for my poor deprived children.  

     But on a good day…

     On a good day my house would tell you that clutter is my nemesis.  You’d see that the kitchen truly is the heart of our home, especially when a fresh from the oven batch of chocolate chip cookies is cooling on the counter.  It would be evident that I love to take pictures of my kids.  Of their toothless grins, their chubby fingers, their caterpillar hunts, and their wide-eyed wonder.  The homework spread across the kitchen table would tell you that in spite of their complaining, my children are studious.  On a good day the TV would be silent and the laughter from the toddler playing with his big sisters in the next room would bring a smile to your face.  Surely you’d find a pillow or a book or a backpack on the floor because as much as I believe in the “a place for everything and everything in it’s place” philosophy, for the life of me I just can’t make it happen.  On a good day you might see the six of us, playing baseball, or throwing the over-sized Frisbee around in the backyard.  You’d smell dinner cooking on the grill.  There’d be a glass of chilled Pinio Grigio in my hand. 

     On a good day you’d look around and you’d understand why I say that in spite of being anything but, this gig I’ve got going is pretty darn perfect.