Reality’s always more humorous than fiction. This could be the lyrics of a country song… “Sock in the pretzel jar…” kind of like tear in my beer? But it’s reality around here.
There’s a sock in the pretzel jar.
There’s a Terranadon in the toilet. (Then I hear, “No mom, it’s a Pterodactyl!” from Carter)
There’s an empty box of cereal on the bookshelf, neatly re-shelved.
Just a typical day around here…. 🙂
The sock can be explained by a crawling one year old who enjoys reaching into the pretzel jar to get himself a pretzel while he’s teething and trying to grow some front teeth to go along with his vampire fangs. Makes sense to me. There’s always a few socks floating around on the floor here. Jim laughs and says it’s a typical boy thing – they shed clothing as they walk in the door. Socks fly everywhere. Fletcher just innocently picked on up and put it in the pretzel jar. (The bad thing is I must have put it away without noticing!!)
The Pterodactyl spent most the day behind the potty because we’re potty training Griffin and a few toys and books ease the fear of that big white thing he’s afraid he’s going to go swimming in. The pre-historic flying dinosaur didn’t take a dip until I left the room to go do some laundry and the crawling culprit again did his magic and the Pterodactyl was floating in a soggy cloud of tissue of the remainder of the roll of toilet paper when I returned two seconds later in time to remove my one year old from the Jerassic puddle.
The cereal box on the bookshelf solves an earlier mystery from earlier in the day when I caught Griffin eating out of the bag of cereal in the office and couldn’t locate the box. It wasn’t until I sat down at 10 o’clock at night in the office to fold three baskets of laundry that I looked up and laughed!
Good thing my head’s attached or I would think I’d lost my mind!! Got to keep a sense of humor around this place, cause I certainly can’t keep any sense of order. 🙂