Items found behind the washer today

Retrieved:

1 boy's undershirt

1 pair boxer briefs

1 sock

1 pair boy's briefs

1 pair boy's shorts

Retrieval methods attempted:

Mop handle

Mop head

Hanger

Hand (while lying on stomach)

Hand (while lying on side)

And finally, leg dangled into abyss behind washer with toes used as pincers. Success!

Amount of time elapsed during this exercise:

20 minutes (which I will never get back)

Items still remaining behind washer which will undoubtedly remain there until the day we move:

2 owner's manuals

1 dryer sheet

1 fabric softener bottle lid

3 dust bunnies, which I'm sure will rapidly reproduce, as bunnies will tend to do

Snaggletooth

Quentin had been home from school the other day for at least an hour when I finally caught a glimpse of the inside of his mouth (yes, I'm aware that type of inattentive parenting won't win me any Mother of the Year awards. But, in my defense, the sweet child mumbles and keeps his head down a LOT. So cut me some slack, wouldja?) I grabbed his little head--not by the hair, although it is growing back nicely, thank you for asking--and ordered him to show me his teeth, now! He complied, and that's when I noticed it--a brand-new gap in his top teeth! He pulled his tooth out by himself at school. How cute can a person get!?



I love it when they lose their front teeth on top! What a cute smile! Now I want him to lose the one next to it so he can sing "All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth."

Hide and seek, toddler-style

I've been noticing lately that random household objects have been mysteriously disappearing. It didn't take long for my astute (ha ha) mind to connect this phenomenon with Christian's newfound obsession with "relocating" items to the toilet or garbage. The other day, I went to throw something away, and this is what I saw when the lid opened:

See if you can find all 10 utensils in this photo. You get a bonus for disregarding the 3 very sharp steak knives and not reporting me immediately to Child Protective Services.

I promptly located the little suspect and brought him in for questioning. He caved early in the interrogation, and confessed to the dirty deed. Here he is demonstrating his technique:

Not the face of someone experiencing the least bit of remorse, in my opinion.

At least the cutlery was at the top of the garbage can as opposed to the bottom of the toilet, which is where I found a magnetic dart the day before. Someone (I'm not mentioning names even though I really want to) had peed and THEN told me about the need for retrieval. I was not amused.