Every. Day.

Every day I sweep at least this much stuff off my floor:

I don't understand, either. Can someone explain?

A New Me!

What do you think?

Alone?

And here, I thought that I was the only one...

Apparently not! That's nice to know. It's also nice to know that I'm genetically predisposed to identify inedible plant life. So, when the world ends, and you're all snacking on poisonous berries in the forest, I'll be relying on my genetic lottery to keep me alive!

Who's the Girl Scout, now?

Fun and Games

How, in a ten-minute time period, can a room go from looking like this:

To this:

They call this game "Christmas Morning".

How very perceptive they are.

Why?

What is it about MY food that is so appetizing? Why is it that I can serve my children breakfast, and after cleaning the last of it off the table along with the lactose lake, serve myself (in the same color bowl, same cereal, same milk, same style of spoon) only to find two Oliver-esque, apparently homeless children standing by my side, begging for my breakfast? Please note: this does not only happen over breakfast.

What is it about a broken toy that entices a child so? Why is it that they can bring it to you, demand that it be fixed, and when a simple, “Not right now” doesn’t work, you can spend 20 minutes doing nothing short of using the “Jaws of Life”, only to watch your child, eyes dim with lost interest, walk away and deposit the toy not five feet from the site of your toil?

What is it about nakedness that appeals so entirely to children? Why is it that when Ethan was a baby, he hated to be naked, but now uses his Spiderman costume as a one-way ticket out of the bondage of pants? Just for your own piece of mind… I draw the line at underpants. We are not a commando household. 

I guess some mysteries are better left unsolved.