Vern Yip, are you out there?

I have a very blank wall in my foyer:

We live in the typical Pacific Northwest split level, so this wall is a floor and a half tall. I've narrowed it down to the following:

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Giant clock: Bit cliche, but there isn't a clock anywhere in the living area so I don't always know what time it is. I am worried that giant clock in the foyer also gives the feeling of counting down to your ultimate demise, but maybe that's a plus too. Alternate idea: smaller clocks with time zones that mean something to Justin and I. Unfortunately, the only times that are important to us are here and Korea. 

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Giant print: This idea is probably the best way to add some colour to the foyer (shoe cabinet and mirror are black) but the chandelier hangs right down in the line of sight if you're in the living room, so it'd be more difficult. Also, the only print I'm interested in is not in colour and also a bit oppressive. It might end up in the living room to scare people there.

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Tapestry: Unique but expensive. Also, we don't live in a 11th century castle. 

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Giant painted fan: Harder to find one I like, but unique. Hard to hang though.

Art wall: This isn't really my style, but it might be a good use for all the random prints that I collect. The problem is only half the wall is flat flooring and the other half is over stairs so it's difficult to hang one thing, let alone dozens.

Any comments? Suggestions? Offers to come paint a mural with Justin, the kids, and I as the four horsemen of the apocalypse? 

Picture dump

Alternate title: Why can't my children sleep normally?

I took the kids to the beach last week (yay for living less than 10 minutes drive and that INCLUDES wrestling the kids into the car) and took some pictures. My kids aren't very used to me taking pictures, so their facial expressions usually end up more like "WHAT?" or a fake smile that makes them look, um, constipated.

I also notice for the first time since Liam hit his head 18 months ago he'd developed one lone white hair on the back of his head. I'm *obviously* very observant. Sorry kid, you got your first white hair at four.

Liam drew and cut out some items that he was very proud of and wanted me to photograph:

What do they look like? They're sunglasses not bras, you perv.

For the record, my kids each have a double bed complete with mattress and box springs, 2 pillows, a feather duvet and a microfleece blanket. Alana prefers her baby blankets and the floor and Liam has attached himself to a blanket his GRANDFATHER got from a girlfriend in high school. He also wraps himself up so he looks like a turtle:

Also? Pillows are overrated. Angry Birds are better.

My goal this week

Is to try to be a functioning adult. I had a bad week. I felt extremely nauseated most of the time and spent too much time in the sun so I got a little sun sick.

On the plus side, I made lots of dim sum and we had some friends, Patrick and Lindsay over. They're awesome. Patrick hates Utah more than I do and Lindsay doesn't mind that I'm crazy.

I hate English

Me: I did dishes today. That was my contribution to the household.

Justin: And you did some laundry.

Me: Sort of. It's in the washer waiting to be.....

Justin: Hung.

Me: Wow. You knew I was struggling to remember if it was hanged or hung.

Justin: It's hanged if it's a person.

Me: But why past tense.

Justin: "To be hung." Past perfect. Hanging if it's future progressive.

Me: Good. I can feel like I progressed something to day.

Justin: .....

Me: Shut up.

I'm still here

I realized today I haven't left the house since Wednesday. I just sent Justin to the grocery store because the thought of going was freaking me out too much. It's not been a good week. On Thursday, I was so bored that I kept falling asleep every time I sat down. Sigh. Anyway, here's some blurry pictures of Alana at her ballet class to tide you over until I'm not quite so depressed: