Dear Ant

... and following colony. I apologize for the behavior of my youngest daughter, recently moved to the table at meal time to a little chair that allows her to drop a significant portion of her food to the floor. And I apologize for not always getting it swept up in time. I apologize that the food is placed so close to the back door.

But you have been mislead, I'm afraid, by our actions. This house is not an ant paradise, nor is it a safe haven. In fact, it is just the opposite. IT IS A DEADLY TRAP!!! DO NOT ENTER, FOR IF YOU DO, YOU WILL DIE!!!! Or at the very least you will find yourself making new tunnels inside my vacuum cleaner bag. One that will find it's way to the garbage can and then to the landfill very shortly.


Please, please understand, I try to hold all creatures large and small in, if not high regard, then at least something akin to it. But when you insist on venturing past the walls of our home and into the kitchen, bringing hundreds of your friends and family along, multiple times...well, it's time for me to put a foot down. Or more appropriately, the vacuum.

Don't make me get out the bug spray. Consider this an adequate warning.

scrumptious!

It's the week for guesting, I guess! I'm still over at Design Mom and I have another guest at Just an Orange today!

My friend, Lindsey from Cafe Johnsonia, knows how to tell a good story. She writes well. Also. She's brilliant in the kitchen. Last year she made my birthday cake. It was a lovely golden layer cake with lots of chocolate frosting in, on, and all around the cake. Yum.

You will completely enjoy reading her delicious words about her own creative discovery. Thanks, Lindsey.



picture via Cafe Johnsonia...

Motherhood Magnified

There are days when you Know you are a Mother. You know what I mean. Some days your children sort of swirl around you, asking for a few things while you carry on the Duties of the House and whatnot. You float down the river of life, uneventfully, with everyone seeming to be happy, healthy and good. Mishaps happen, and everyone gets over them. But then there are Those Days.

You know what I mean. The days where your children all want to sit on your lap simultaneously and cry about unmet needs. They cling to you, crying broken heartedly, because you had the nerve to try and dress them in something other than pajamas.

This morning it's my two youngest, a mere fourteen months apart; both whom have hit a cling-to-mom stage at the same time. I finally untangle myself gently to go and fill up my two year-old's sippy cup leaving two crying children in my wake.

I walk into the kitchen just in time to see one of those spiders, the born sprinters, tearing it's way across the floor. Fortunately for me, the biological response that has evolved over thousands of years has taught this kind of spider to stop! and stay... very... still... when danger appears to have approached. Not so fortunate for him.

I grabbed the broom and came down with a whack. Sorry, spider. But today I am a Mother. And I don't let spiders in the house to play with my children, especially when they all want to sit on my lap crying in the middle of the floor which you seem intent on traversing.