Pig Me, Too--Fixes the Sink

Actually, Jeff was installing a new kitchen faucet. A birthday present. Yup, that's what you get when you're in your mid-thirties. Plumbing. Try not to consider it for too long. It can be either insightful for the future...or just downright depressing.

Nonetheless, Lachlan fancies herself as somewhat of a fixer-upper (see previous "helper" posts). You should have heard her talking to herself (like Jeff does) while staring up at the sink from the inside of the cabinet. I'm sure that Irene would say, "wow, she'd be a great plumber!"
I suppose that when you get paid by the hour, it's in your best interest to take a bit of a break.

These pictures are for Becca. Your post about being a Domestic Badass (rather than Domestic Goddess) really got me thinking about why women should be in charge of the world. I say, ditto to your list with a personal substitution for women who believe that Great Harvest Bread Co. makes for a smart choice. Instead, I include...Domestic Goddess: plants a few flowers in the yard. Domestic Badass: makes her own compost and knows enough about soil science to grow 9ft. sunflowers and 5 1/2 foot zinnias FROM SEED! Okay, seriously though, I am a little nervous that the blackbirds will get so thick this fall that they may haul off with some of our yard art. Jeff is hoping that the first thing they take will be the wreaths that I hung on his man-shed. :) oh, and you can't tell from this picture, but Jack is hiding in the flowers with all three cats and the chicken.

AND...there has been a rumor that I have to wear rubber gloves to wash the children after they eat. Yes, it is true. I can admit it. Even badasses have their limits. Case in point shown below. The sludge on his tray--I took a picture of it, but it still makes me gag so I have to wait a few more days before I'm over it.