Okay, so this will probably be a little boring for a lot of you out there. The other day I started making cookies except there was all this mess on the counter and it was kinda funny how much messes like this say about us. First of all you can know we're living with my parents because the speakers for my ipod are not of the Bose variety. We do however, make use of Gramma's speakers every chance we get. My poor nano looks a little weinie in there. There are cords everywhere - my small fridge, my mixer, my cell phone charger and maybe some of my parents things as well. My mom loves Kenny Chesney, so there's that. My favorite hand cream is there. The movie Mike picked up (super fun one) is on top of the pizza box which held the pizza we consumed yesterday. You can't get anything done without crayons nearby (I think most of the notes/messages I take are done in crayon). The recipe box back there is one my Granddad made for my mom. That brown bowl has been around for...well, as long as I can remember. It's what we've mixed pancakes and cookies in, I sometimes wonder how many batches of cookies have been made in there. Actually, it's probably best I didn't know that. After all those studies came out about the link between plastics and breast cancer (NEVER heat anything in plastic) we replaced our beloved Nalgene bottles with Klean Kanteen, even for the kids. Their shipping prices are outrageous. They work with Avent bottle and sippy cup tops so they're great for kids. OH, and lastly in the picture is the kids plastic cup that holds toothbrushes. You can see here we're down to our last brush, the rest must be in the dishwasher and various places on the floor where they're waiting to be stepped on, or licked by the dog and then picked up and used by Jack.
Happiness is...
