Alec and Annika were loving coloring on a piece of paper taped to the floor.

Our garage sale is supposed to be this weekend, but we are going to be having some crummy weather. Keith doesn't want to put it off any longer, so he has resolved to clean out the garage so we can actually use it for the sale instead of a yard sale. I'll believe it when I see it.

I spent the morning cleaning the basement with all the kids helping me. Ava (I babysit her a couple times a week) was here as well and did a nice job with the mini broom. They all loved it, because we don't get downstairs very often anymore (due to the mess) so it was fun for them to play in their playroom (slash garage sale item storage).

Alec has been giving me a look today that reminds me of my daycare days. When I told him not to throw his food at the dog, he gave me one of those frowny, furrowed eyebrows look that says, "Just what are you going to do about it?" So I gave him a look that said, "You'll go right to bed if you don't stop it!" At least I hope that's what it said. Keith says I am a pushover and that's why the kids misbehave with me, but I know it's mostly because they are around me all day. I can be a pushover sometimes in situations like one more kiss before bed or one more cookie, but I do not tolerate bad behavior. Now that I got that out of my system...

I think I have put off going back to the basement long enough. Wish me luck and pray that I am able to overcome our mess and never have to do this again:)