Now that our town has somewhat cooled down and no longer feels like the the Lake of Fire at 9 in the morning, I decided it was time to get these kids out of the house and go for a walk. FINALLY. I swear, after being stuck in the house all summer, I was starting to go completely loco. I feel like when I’m not around other people for just a few days, my social skills seem to spiral downward fast and I kind of forget how to carry on a conversation with big humans. By the end of September, I had reached the point where I couldn’t talk to another adult without getting distracted by my own thoughts of secretly wanting to clean their face off with a baby wipe.
Ariel’s intense eye contact is creeping me out right now, man. Anyway. We went on a walk this morning because the kids and I needed to get out. As I have stated before, our neighborhood isn’t the fanciest and I was expecting to have a conversation with at least one person of the toothless variety by the time we got to Starbucks around the corner. (I’m sorry, but Ariel! I am just really distracted by the staring.) Thankfully, no run-ins with any crazies this time. Just a little trip to cake pop heaven.
I know you’re all waiting for the big reveal. What happened today to make me crawl out of my hidey hole? Nothing super exciting, just this:
Wonder why I’m in socially awkward baby wipe mom mode all the time? I stepped into the other room for two minutes, he found my lipstick stash hidden in the bathroom and smeared it all over the cupboards and the floor/TV/entertainment stand in the living room. Jack brings death and destruction to all things sacred to me. YES MY LIPSTICK IS SACRED DON’T EVEN. Please join me in a moment of silence.
He finds joy in hiding my nice jewelry too. Sometimes I find my bracelets, rings and other various treasures in his toy box, under the couch or in the tupperware drawer. Many are still missing and will never be seen again. Jack also enjoys digging around in the trashcan in hopes of finding treasure. Treasure usually ends up scattered throughout the kitchen and dining room. I can’t put into words how awesome this toddler stage is, guys!
Oh and last night, you want to know what he did? Jack threw money in the toilet. No, he LITERALLY THREW MONEY IN THE TOILET. I’m not kidding, Justin found a a $2 bill floating in there. Yes, we had a $2 bill just laying around. And it was flushed down. You’re welcome, economy. Please don’t send my son to jail for defacing currency.
Or do, that’s fine. Just make sure to tell the other inmates to hide their lipstick because NOTHING IS SACRED ANYMORE.