Humility, Swords, and a Dancing Baby

It took a lot of guts for me to post yesterday's photo. Number one: who takes a picture of the things their kids draw on the house? And number two: I didn't realize how many grubby little finger prints there were on my front door until I picked up my photos. Needless to say, that very afternoon I was out there scrubbing away. Our front door almost sparkles now and sadly the doorman is gone. Mr. Clean Magic eraser knocked him right out. He will forever live on in our family photo album. I wonder if he is in doodle heaven with the legion of crayon and pencil people that have been graffitied on our walls the past eleven years?

Also, I bought Caedmon and Jack some plastic swords at the store today. It was a momentary lapse in judgment that I hope will not cause any of their sibling serious bodily harm. Until today they were using sticks found in the back yard as their weapons of choice, so this is a bit of an improvement on the safety level, I hope. *crossing my fingers*

And for the record Gemma's most recent words are "watch this", and then she performs an amazing stunt like climbing onto the kitchen table or dancing the special little dance she does with a twinkle in her eye. Really, all it involves is an Elvis style twist of the hips but it sure makes us all smile. Right now she is emptying the clean folded clothes out of all of our laundry baskets, another special talent she possesses. I guess that's my cue to hit the Publish Post button.