Here's what I've been up to (one of many many things): painting. We need to paint the back porch / swingset because it was scorched but not really damaged by the fire, and also because I feel a need to step my backyard up a notch. Can I just tell you that I will NEVER paint a ceiling again, ever? Sore neck and paint. everywhere.
Also I'm used to painting jobs that are 1 gallon of paint :: 1 room :: 1 day. Not this 5 gallons of paint MANY day nonsense. Sheesh. Thank goodness I've had some friends (and my mom and my fam) help! We're getting there.
Now here's a few shots of Monkey stuff:
He recently signed back up for taekwondo and we couldn't be happier. It's so good for him! I love the respect and courtesy they are teaching these kids. And he LOVES it.
He is the one in the air... (bad ipad shot).
So here's where I relate the top photo to the bottom. As I was painting the other day, a huge glop fell right in my ear! Ew! And I showered and washed up as best I could before running Monkey to his class, but apparently I still had paint in my ear. Another mom asked me why my ear was white (oops!) and so I thought I just had a tiny bit left. I tried to just scratch a little paint out with my fingernail (since she was so interested) and asked her if I got it all. That's when she STUCK HER FINGER IN MY EAR and pointed out all the paint I missed. Apparently it was worse than I thought, but still! I pulled my hair down to hide it and called it good until my next shower. Ha!