If you have children then you will know what it feels like to be DROWNING in their creativity.

ART WORK, people! I’m talking about their art work. I swear my girls go through a ream of paper a week.

Our fridge is COVERED in their stuff and it is piled up on top of the fridge too.

A lot of it is, well, superfluous.

But some of it is

down right

BRILLIANT.

And some of it is ironic, funny, heart warming and just plain wonderful.

Allow me to show you what Millie put on the fridge last night:

There’s more!

Here is a flier advertising Millie’s “Speling School”. Those of you who know this blog well might be thinking, “Liza, did you attend the Speling School? because it certainly seems that you have. Your spelling is rather, well, unique!” TRANSLATION: You can’t spell, woman!

Just so you know, I know that I am a rummy speller. I very aware of it, but even though I stink at it, I don’t let it stop me from trying to communicate with you, dear readers. You lucky ducks, you!

Happily, Millie is OBLIVIOUS to the rules!

(“Dear you, pless bring pensls and papre. P.S. Look on Back)

Don’t mind if I do!

This is a sign up sheet for the classes, which reads:

“This way. Send this back. Fill in plees”

It is sad to say, but more than likely, these will end up in our trash can as we make way for MORE — there is a finite amount of space on a fridge — but I just wanted to honor the wonderful little heart that beats in Millie’s chest and that great little brain that is buzzing away in her head.

This is me stopping and smelling the proverbial roses.

They smell sweet.

Or should I say, suwet?