There is such thing as fairies

Bend over,
Pick, pick, pick

(No I am not picking my underwear out of my butt)
Stand up

Notice more white fluffs on the floor
Bend down
Pick, pick, pick

Ewww! Okay little squishy thing NOT a slug, but a left over macaroni noodle from lunch. Hmmm how the hell did it get way over here from the kitchen? I ponder for a moment and realize the answer just sped by me at mach speed trying to beat his brother to the bathroom to wash hands. Wow. They sure do get excited about washing hands. Good. That is a good thing.

BAM! Wails and screams of injustice commence. Okay, so maybe not such a good thing. Wait. See if they can work it out. Okay. Nope! Intervention! Intervention! Break it up! I holler out some jibberish, but it seems to be successful. More running, then a peaceful ceasefire.

Pick pick pick

These damn white fluffs! I stand up and look around me at the floor. Something is leaking out it's insides. Little white pieces of My Best Friend stuffing is everywhere. I look over at two year old whose holding Best Friend and sucking his thumb while his little finger pokes through one of Best Friends many puncture wounds.

I come up with a plan. I inform the two year old that I must get in touch with the Best Friend fairy so that she can come and fix Best Friend. Meaning that I must find a replacement and soon or I might have to change my name to Hoover. I mention the Best Friend fairy often throughout the week, mostly after pick, pick, picking up white fluff balls.

I successfully located a new Best Friend, which is not easy, but I found one on Ebay. Seriously, Best Friend has been around since 6 year olds infancy. No one else wanted Best Friend until two year old came along.

Once I have the new Best Friend I decide it is time for the take-over. I make the switch while two year old is sleeping.

The next morning two year old wakes. I am there when he discovers something is different about Best Friend, very different. He calls my name and glances at me, while turning the Best Friend over inspecting. "Mom! The best friend fairy! She came and fixed Best Friend! Look!"

There was not a happier kid. He didn't put down Best Friend all day. No more pick, pick, picking. And don't call me Hoover!

Pat, pat, pat
Trying to reach my back. :P

BEFORE:

AFTER:

Later that morning…

Elijah walks up to me with his favorite tattered (but not torn)stuffed lamb animal. "Mom, can you call the Lambie Fairy?"

Uh Oh!

It's a picture thing

We the family of 6 went to the beach on Monday. Family of 6. Wholly moley never thought I would ever relate that statement to myself. Of course I never thought that I would be looking for hidden boogers either. Life is grand and amazing. I shall shut up now and let you see the pics.

Spencer thinks salty water stinks!

Elijah and Spencer loving life

Daddy and the boys making a sand castle

Baby girl hanging with daddy

Like me in purple?


What a cute smile

Happy girl!

Goofing around

Daddy and his baby girl

The Booger

"Hey, you have a booger in your nose."

"Huh?" two year old sticks finger up nose pulling booger out of nose and unknowingly smearing it onto his cheek. He looks on his finger.

"Now it's on your cheek"

"Ahhhh" (whine, whine) smearing it away onto his hand.

"Now it's on your hand. No, the other hand. On the top. The other side."

Two year old locates booger and holds his hand out to me, "Here".

I laugh. "I don't want your booger. Go wipe it on a tissue."

"Ahhhhh" Two year old starts walking away. "I don't want to."

"Well, it's not my booger. It's yours."

"No it isn't!" Walking away toward the kitchen.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah"

I am sure in the next day or two that I will come across a little booger smeared on one of the kitchen cupboards.

Today I am the Indiana Jones of boogers, searching for the magic jewel where ever it is hidden.

Arrrrrrr! It is pirate week here and although we have been keeping busy I am sure one of these boys is going to be 'walking the plank' by days end. Arrrrrrr! Count on it!