Bedabble

This post is dedicated to my mom, who spent hours cleaning the bedabbled walls of my children's bedroom in preparation for our move (although, to be fair to my kids, the walls were already filthy when we moved in).

It's not that they're destructive, but my children can quickly bedabble their world.

My nice tan ottoman...bedabbled by sticky fingers.

My favorite shirt...bedabbled with spit-up, and umm, pee. Oh, come on, you know the jump that moms do when they realize the warmth they are feeling is a leak.

My walls have been bedabbled by hand oils, the occasional crayon, and umm, pee (I do have two boys).

But they get it from me, really. I'm a little bit messy.

Actually, it seems that the biggest change in my life, since becoming a mom, is that my life is more bedabbled.

And I care less.

Wanna play Scribe Scuffle?

Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a post using the word of the month. Any time from the 1st through the 31th, simply write a post, appropriately cramming the WOTM* into as many places as you can.

*Word of the month

Place that month's Scribe Scuffle button (the code will change each month so please check my sidebar for the latest version) at the bottom of your post. Then come back and leave a comment with the location of your entry (so I can read your post and link you to the main list). I'll pick a winner by the first of the next month, and then we'll start all over again!

And yes, there will be a prize.

I'm just not gonna tell you what it is!;)