The Death of Me.....

Yesterday. 

Sigh.

The plan was for all of us to clean our bedrooms.

I tried.  I really did.

But eventually I found myself screaming, "I WANT EVERY PIECE OF LEGO OFF THE GOD DAMN FLOORS.  DO YOU HEAR ME?"

I really am Joe Voelkl's daughter.  It's just what he would have done.

Of course then Ernie yelled, "WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?"  And I yelled back, "I'M NOT YELLING AT YOU...I'M YELLING AT THEM!"

It actually worked for awhile.  Lego started flying into the bins.

Well, it worked for everyone except for Owen.  He cried, he moved a piece or two of Lego and then started playing.  It pretty much went downhill from there.

Here are two pictures of Owen from Saturday:  lugging a big watermelon through the farmers' market and chopping onions with his swim goggles on--to keep his eyes from watering of course. 

These pictures are to remind me that I adore him.  Actually at one point in the midst of the mayham...when I had sent Leo and Ernie off to have lunch on their own, Owen asked, "so do you hate me?"  I assured him that I never hated him...that sometimes he made me angry but I never hated him.  Eventually we calmed down and he chose that moment to ask for a new $100 Lego set.  I kid you not.

This one....this one will be the death of me....