I am surprised to hear that some of my peeps don't allow painting. I thought I was the flag waving OCD person, what with all my organizing and labeling.
Above is what Anna painted the other day. She's all about the letters.
These are some scenes from my less-than perfect home. Before kids, this would have driven me crazy. I don't love it now, but surprisingly, it doesn't bother me too much. You may want to click on the photo to get the full glory. Perhaps if the kitchen was freshly painted I would feel differently?
The things that do make me crazy?
Wet sleeves. No one prepared me for the fact that the bottom inch of my sleeve would always be wet from washing something or someone.