lost and found

This week has been particularly tough. There are so many things going on. Today was no exception and I had just about reached max on emotional capacity to hold it all together when Mick Mick decides he needs his Biko (bee-ko)right now, this second, instantly. Biko is what he has affectionately named his blanket. He has it in whatever room he is in during the day. It isn't always in his hand, but it is close. Tonight it was not.

I searched high and low. I looked in every room under beds, all his normal places he plays, outside, in the bath tub (hey you never know). Nothing. After searching for almost 10 minutes while he followed me, crying very loudly and saying "Mick Mick need biiiiiiiiko" over and over I could not find it. Did I mention he was very loud.

I was almost in tears myself. Frustrated I looked at him and said "buddy, mommy doesn't know where biko is and I am sorry".

He looked at me and said "Mick Mick biko in dee woom unner dee piddow" in a voice that had the tone of 'i cannot believe you don't know where it is every second of the day like I do'.......

Laugh. - I did.

Sigh

I sort of thought of jotting down my Grammy thoughts but they all sounded snarky and petty so I'm passing and letting the poor state of music right now speak for itself.

But I will say that I hate that song "Ticks". HATE IT. It creeps me out.

Wooo Hooo

I AM EXCITED.....about something I shouldn't really be excited about.

Before you think I'm crazy, let me fill you in.

We moved into this house as a lease when we first found out we were having another set of twins. There was no way I was going to do another multiple pregnancy and build or buy a house.

At this juncture I am very glad we did. Although it's a tight fit, we're keeping cost of living expenses lower and able to put more of it into our business (and diapers for one since that child refuses to potty train like his sister...he would rather 'pway wif his toys'). Not to mention that when your business runs off of nothing but commissions the month prior, then the amount you bring in can fluctuate.

Now that the little two are at the age where they can actually play or be entertained by something other than riding on my hip, I figured it was time to really dig deep and de-clutter. When you can find someone from the Thomas the Tank Engine files in every room along with their friends from the Little People population one has to realize it is time.

So what better place to start than the home office/playroom. Since hubs works down at the office and I work here it made much more sense to move the playroom in here. We did and it quickly became a big office/playroom love fest and everything co-mingled.

So yesterday I enlisted the very excited older 3. Boy were they excited. There is no better way to spend your Saturday than helping mom move stuff and go through stuff.

I must say that after lots of hard work, accidentally ripping the side off my desk, as well as a few cranky moments it looks good. Toys are sorted, desk is cleaned and moved and objects that should have been at the other office are now there.

GO ME.

I would post a picture of it but Mick Mick was soooo excited to find one certain train that I took the batteries out of my camera so he could play for a while.

However, I will leave you with this....which was taken just a little bit before batteries were sacrificed for very loud annoying train that brings much joy.
I mean, what sort of organizing doesn't need a lizard hanging from the back of ones ear. *shudder*

Notice the look of concern on the Pooz's face.

happiness

when you are 2.5 there is nothing better than getting to wear your older sisters shirt to bed.....nothing. well, except maybe "emma m's"

dont forget the cereal

iffen you are by chance caught in the throes of life and happen to get very very busy with 15 things to do that keep you and the family running like crazies for a few days i offer this tidbit.

no matter how many rinsed dishes get stacked next to the sink, it is a good idea to check the bowl under said stack. if that bowl contains cereal, that might be of a variety of life, cheerios, or mini wheats (i'm not sure which) it will morph into the very likeness of the stomach contents of your roommate that couldn't handle their drink freshman year of college.

no one will claim it and yet, it will take every bit of mommy mind over matter to get the contents into the trash without having the full on gag attack. you know, because in this house there is no garbage disposal.

one could always stay on top of the housework and dishes and laundry and work but what fun would that be...

decisiveness

Yesterday one of the 12 year old sons interviewed me. It wasn't so much about me as it was his skills as an interviewer. I had to fill out a paper about these skills after the interview. He did great. However, I learned a little about myself. That is, I'm either the most easy going person ever, or I just go with the flow so much that I'm not really decisive.

The questions were great. One was - if you could be any character in a movie who would it be? Another was, if you could go back in time what time frame would you go to. There were 7 of them. I had to think. Really think about my answers. However, I could tell you what my husbands answers would be in a second.

I guess I just never really think about the past...you know as in...the wild west or something along those lines. I don't really watch many movies and I don't really care to be some character. I've got enough real life characters to want to live some other life.

I did know, with a split second response when asked "how many children did you want?" the answer was One. Yeah. One. Funny right?