Feel My Pain

I have been a naughty lazy blogger lately. Not much to write about in the long lazy days of winter. As a special treat I thought I would subject you all to a pictorial of my life living in a house full of boys. PS all of these photos were taken on a Saturday morning, un-altered and un-encouraged.

Apparently at our house you will die of a poisonous ingestion if you eat the edges of a pop-tart. My kids call them the 'crust' and will not touch them.

Next we have the graveyard of army guys, monopoly pieces, and Chewbacca thrown in for good measure. There was a very bloody war last night and this is the battlefield leftovers.


This is one of my daily struggles. Can we all see the coat rack on the wall with the coats strategically placed on the floor beneath it to drive me to the brink of insanity?


Here we have the remnants of the last Indianapolis 500. Losers on the Left. My little guys are constantly asking for new cars. They each have a box of 100 so I tell them that they must retire an old one before getting a new. It takes hours to decide who to send to the junkyard.


This is the handy-dandy candy wrapper deposit station located behind Luke's bed. He's waiting for the plastic fairy to come clean it all up for him.



When boys become teenagers they aren't happy with cookies for their sleepovers anymore. They have to have a 12 pack of the sugariest, most caffeinated beverage available to man. Then they drink it all down in one night between 2 people.



And finally the piece-de-resistance. What house with boys is complete without the little yellow drops of sunshine to be found on every porcelain surface throughout the entire house. This is just a sampling and is not for the faint of heart.


Thanks for enjoying my gallery. I truly hope there was no picture induced vomiting. Comments are welcome.