Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Are you smarter than a two-year-old?

Unfortunately, I am afraid that I am not.

This morning I decided to tackle the pile of baby and toddler clothing in need of some good, old-fashioned scrubbing with Ivory soap. (If you have not discovered this yet, Ivory soap and some muscle power will get out just about anything!) While I realize that stains are easier to remove when fresh, I often put it off until the baby has nothing to wear, so when I say "tackle" that's really not an exaggeration.

Jack immediately saw his opportunity. I was kneeling at the tub (because the pile was too big for the sink....), when the little stinker shut the bathroom door. He's like his father....loves to close doors. (Funny. That statement sounds so metaphorical, but it's really meant quite literally.)

Upon finishing my task, I entered the living room to find the organ turned on, the didgeridoo taken from our closet and laid (gently, I'm sure) on the floor beside the bagged (thank goodness) kitchen trash, and Jack sitting on the couch strumming the guitar (also taken from our closet.)

Do you see what I'm up against?

Monday, March 2, 2009

If I were a rock star....

Apparently I had too much down-time on my hands today, because I caught myself imagining me as a rock star.

I have decided that if I were a rock star, I would have a dramatic up-do, a glamorous little black dress and a glittery guitar. (Especially a glittery guitar!)

Alas, another day in which the solution to ending world hunger has eluded me......