Six months of silence and this is all I've got...

After the third day in a row of my son waking up before me and digging out a breakfast of peppermint patties and Korean junk food that may or may not be older than he is, I finally cracked and decided today was the day I would organize our kitchen corner pantry. And today I would document that I actually finished an organizational project on my own house.

I got a little ahead of myself and forgot to document the true 'before'. All the crap on the counter used to be lovingly shoved in the bottom shelf.

Vitamins and jell-o. Could have been breakfast on day 4.

Wow, that's a lot of crap. Oh, wait I see a cantaloupe in the back proving we do in fact eat more than choco-pies.

Hello, Evan...and wait, is that Santa??

Pez Santa. Not guaranteeing circa Christmas 2010. Not even guaranteeing circa Christmas 2009. Uh-hum.

Hello again, Evan. Did I mention he likes to "help" with projects? (In this instance, "help" means "help himself to all the uncovered goods and squirrel them away all over the house")

Did I also mention he had pez Frosty for breakfast? And when I say breakfast, I mean lunch. Yes, I know he's still jammied. It was either clean out the cabinet or find clothes for Evan. Once 'Mad Cleaner' comes out (term of endearment coined by Todd) everything else becomes secondary.

Back to the pantry. I used the old tissue paper trick to determine the size of turntables I wanted. Thank you internet for finding me reasonably priced 18" turntables at Bed, Bath, and Beyond. A quick trip to B cubed and a large, overly priced kit-kat bribe for Evan (yes, I did get him dressed before we left) and voila! new life for my cabinet.

I'm pretty sure the only really effective option for large corner cabinets are turntables or lazy susans. But I'm really not sure why, why it's taken me SEVEN YEARS to figure this one out. The bottom corner cabinet has a lazy susan. I guess I figured my awesome memory would work just as well. "Don't buy more croutons, Todd, we have a bag of cheesy ones on the first shelf underneath Santa and 3 choco-pies."

Look at the awesomeness. I even broke out the label maker.

"Where do I put the oatmeal, awesome wife?"

"Second shelf turntable next to 'breakfast'" I say as I give the turntable a spin and stop at breakfast.

And what better way to store 'healthy snacks' than in a menacing container warning you to keep out? (Shhhh...The good stuff is on the second shelf in an old vitamin box - that oughtta keep it aging to perfection for at least another seven years)