Climbing Mt. Kaivy

I turned my back for just a few minutes. I was doing something very important and urgent (read: watching Dr. Phil's 1000th show) and Kai said she and Ivy were going to be cleaning up the books in their bedroom. I'm doing something terribly wrong as a mother if this is their idea of "cleaning up!"




It's their "mountain" according to Kai and it is made up of every single blanket and pillow they could find as well as a significant portion of their dirty clothes pile. Will the chaotic creativity never end?? Oh, well. Guess it could be worse. They could have been destroying their playroom.

Oh, wait. Never mind...


I am aware that I missed my Total Truth Tuesday yesterday but Thomas' poem kinda wrecked me and I didn't want to knock his post down with some ridiculous and trivial truth...plus his was enough truth for the day. So, I thought I'd let it marinate a while in my brain and on the page...