Question of the Day

Question by Lolly, while pointing at the fabulous red patent leather shoes I was wearing on the first date I've had with my husband in who knows how long:

Lolly:"What are those?"
My Answer: "This is what people wear on their feet when they actually go outside!"
Lolly; "Oh."

Apparently I don't get out enough if my child doesn't recognize me with shoes on.

Do you know the muffin man?

The muffin man, who lives on Chaos Lane?!
This morning Lolly and I made banana muffins. Why, you ask, would I be so crazy as to bake with a three year old?! Well, a few months back I thought it would be fun to try and she loved it so much that I just don't have the heart to deny her baking hobby. I could describe every little detail for you, but I think pictures would show you better than I ever could. It began innocently enough...
It was at this point that I "gave" the camera to Lolly so that I could fill up the muffin papers.

My sink full of dirty dishes that I haven't gotten to just yet.

This is my fridge that has my spice rack on it, Chicky's "pumpkin patch" and a gazillion magnetic pens. Anyone want one?

And I believe this is a picture of my left breast because, ya know, we all need a picture like that.
But, in the end, it's all worth it.
Mmmmmmmmmuffins!

Super Cook!

No, that isn't my super hero alter ego, though that would be nice on a resume. It's actually a new website I stumbled across recently. It's fabulous. You list the ingredients that you have on hand and it will give you recipes with ingredients you actually have. It's wonderful for those of us who haven't exactly made it to the store recently, but still need to, ya know, eat.
supercook.com
Try it! You'll like it!

Oprah Called Me A Schlepadinka

The truth is out, I guess. As I sat on the floor playing with my baby and watching Oprah, she started talking to me. "You know who you are. You're sitting there, watching the show, wearing the same sweats as you were yesterday, looking like a schlepadinka." Brutal. In my defense I have had 2 sick children all week. And I don't have someone who does my hair and make up for me and also dresses me. At least that's what I'm telling myself now....

The Coolest Mom Ever!

Here is just one example of my fabulous parenting skills.....
A few weeks ago, as I was hurtling merrily along in my adventure in parenting, I thought that I was doing well and was maybe getting the hang of things. Never think that! Babs, my 9 month old baby, was peacefully napping and Lolly, my 3 year old, was happily playing in the front room while I was doing dishes. After I finished I had a brilliant idea that would, without a doubt, make me the coolest mom ever! Mistake #2. I decided to paint Lolly's nails her current favorite color, Santa Red, while little sister was sleeping. I gathered my supplies and just as I was walking into the front room Babs started to fuss. So, I placed the sparkly dark red nail polish on the back of the piano and attend to the baby quickly and would return to make my child's day. I was gone less than 5 minutes. As I was walking down the hallway, I knew, deep down in the depths of my soul, what had happened. Walking into the front room I was assaulted by the smell of nail polish. My darling little girl had decided to paint her nails herself. And also her shirt. And the rocking chair. And spilled it on the floor, which she then stepped in so that everywhere she stepped in her excitement left a small Santa Red footprint. Thank goodness for hardwood floors. But, despite all this, I just couldn't be mad. She did a pretty good job painting her nails for a 3 year old. I did put her in time out just so that I could tell myself that I didn't let her get away with it completely, but my heart just wasn't in the punishment and she knew it. So, instead, like a good mother, I took a picture.

Eskinose Kisses?!?!

No, I'm not an Eskimo that doesn't know how to spell. And I don't even live in Alaska....or wherever it is that Eskimos live. Here's the story behind my former nickname:
With my first baby girl, and now my second, we give rub noses and call them Eskinose kisses. That's it. Very exciting. Since deciding to start my own blog I've decided to come up with a name that is more descriptive of my life. Thus, Lady of Perpetual Chaos was born. My chaos is not for a lack of planning or attempts at organization. Despite all my best efforts, the best I can usually manage is perpetual chaos. But, at least I'm consistent.