It's convenient to blame the recent black-hole quality our apartment has assumed on a certain little one with little hands that move things from one place to another. However, when said little one moves things, it's usually from the middle of one room, to the middle of another. At most, she'll take a shoe out of my closet and try to put it in a drawer in the kitchen. The following two items have disappeared into thin air: Tyler's watch and one of Lillian's church shoes. Just gone. The fingernail clippers were lost as well, which is what prompted me to write this entry, but I found them as I sat down at the computer.
So, keep your eyes open for the watch. Tyler's really starting to miss it.
2 comments:
It used to be so simple. You put something down, and when you needed it it was right where you put it. It's now part of the game. I love it when you find it in the most outrageous place i.e. the sandbox or the bathtub...
I'm not ready to be a mother.
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