In the dark...

Everything on the floor ends up being a toy for a teether...travel size toothpaste, one little mans white sock, bracelet....Owwww! plastic bracelets are like stepping on a headband.  A hammer, a leftover container wedged under the recliner (leftovers from the band that was played earlier on it.) I cannot see them, but I am sure there are plenty of fins, heads and fish parts from the cracker fish that were dumped then soaked up the water on the floor from an ice cube. I am laughing at myself....If someone random reads this and doesn't know my humor - they are going to think I am a slob with water and food all over my floor.  Might be true, but I was busy today, reading books, water coloring and building towers all day.  While doing all that today I managed to make dinner, change diapers, dry the tears of an exhausted little lady, nurse a babe and washed diapers.  But that is what moms do! EVERYTHING!

Nope, no Easter Grass on this floor - NEVER

5 years ago the hubs and I said that we were a no Easter Grass family...so I have stuck to it...but...... There is still that nasty Easter Grass on the floor.  The vacuum doesn't pick it up, the husband doesn't pick it up, only the little guy picks it up. It is the only thing that he doesn't put in his mouth  - that has to mean something.  It is kind of like the tinsel of Easter. :) 
I vacuumed three times today, maybe four - at any rate, just a few pieces of the forbidden material and a random strawberry stain.
Happy Easter to all.  God bless the the houses with Easter Grass - and enjoy picking it up all year long. (ha ha..hear the sarcasm there?)   Then that puts another spin on the symbolism of Easter Grass...is it there to remind of  Easter all year long??? Hmm something to ponder!

Huge Pink Crayon

Havent had anything on my living room floor in a while.... hahah!! Just kidding - started new hobbies and life in general got crazy - and.....too much to list what was on the living room floor!
Two adult black dress socks (at least it is a pair). Clothes from the changing station - you know the game empty, played by a 13 month old! A water bottle, dripping slowly, a cow flashlight.  The most important thing on the floor (A naked baby that needs his momma to put his jammies on - is what I was going to say) but now there is a puddle! Happy Thursday everyone - Now ya have little glimpse into my life that I love!
Cheers!

land mines

Well the little guy has begun to eat the Puffs...But then again I am not sure he eats them or drops them!! At any rate, we call them land mines here....walking around in sock feet then all of a sudden...CRUNCH under the feet.  In addition to the land mines...this week - we had some puke, melted snow and some artificial tree parts.  Currently we have a pink bowl,  slipper with a hole in it, a lot of foam blocks and 1/8 measuring cup...is their really a recipe that calls for 1/8 of a cup of something?  Enlighten me if you know of a recipe.  Well the stomp on the ceiling, coming from upstairs is my calling to dress the babes for night after their well needed bath. 
Stay warm you midwesterners...it is cold out there! But if it is going to be cold...bring on the snow.  Speaking of cold: I was reprimanded twice today when I was in the Deli getting bagels.  One by a older lady that said I should stay inside all day today with my babes and the other was her husband wanting to carry the bagels for me to the car.  Hello they were at least 80 I mean at least 80 years old...shouldnt they be inside??  Nice of them to think of be dragging a girl with bed head into the Deli....just so she could have a bagel.  Crazy what a mom does:) But all very worth it!

Me

I feel that I should be laying on the living room floor....This head ache will not go away....nothing fancy tonight folks - dirty diaper, foam blocks, rubber duck, a deflated pokey ball, little peeps jeans, a striped - gold and black bandana and the best of all...the hubby's feet! Even though he dropped his drill on his foot on Sunday mornings.....and yes it went all the way through!

I only speak English and Spanish

While laying with my little one last night...I was getting frustrated during bedtime...and so was she!  I told her no more talking, then she gave me a snotty comment back.  I told her, "don't talk snotty! "Mom, but mom I don't talk snotty I only talk in English and Spanish."  Was her reply.  An hour later she then fell asleep - she lightened the frustration for both of us!
Sorry nothing exciting today..a full glass of water (who does that?), a princess necklace, a brush, the nose frida (spotted some boogers this morning), the number 3.
Off to make 12 pie crusts for Thanksgiving.  We have a lot to give thanks for and a lot of people to say Thanks to!

All part of the plan...more or less

As I lay here in our family bed...Special Agent Oso on the tv for one...and one still enjoying sleeping.  I wonder what is on my living floor.  I wish I could just live in the moment instead of thinking what I have to clean, buy, do and the list goes on.  The smell of my babes breath and the giggles from the other could put  me back to sleep.  But instead I lay here thinking of the "to do list" for the day.  As a mom I don't think it is possible to just do what you are doing without brain overload...not too sure it is a good or bad thing.
So on that note...today its all part of the plan ...more or less! If the groceries don't get bought or the bathrooms don't get clean - I am going to live in the moment...and perhaps play on the living room floor!