What's under YOUR bed? And... the naughty babies excuse.

Ok, the house is starting to look nice thanks to a ton of spring cleaning ... Porter has terrible allergies so I have been rubbing elbow grease all over this house in an effort to rid this home of any and all things associated with wheezing, sneezing, sniffling or coughing. This type of cleaning inevitabley leads me ... under the beds. Who knew this area would prove to be such a treasure trove of missing loot! In the span of only and afternoon and evening, I was reunited with my electronic Sudoku game, 7 hair clips, a book light and a dust bunny the size of a ... bunny. Just in time for Easter! Our king size sleeper also hid beneath the bedskirt ... a winter hat and a handful of mismatch socks... and all this time I’d been blaming the dryer! But it was across the house, down the hall and around the corner, where a trip below a set of twin beds revealed the source of all happiness! This is where a month of whining came to an end. The begging for a beloved pair of favored trains finally came to an end. The dynamic duo of Special Annie and Clarabel (Thomas the Tank Engines Passenger cars) was at last returned to their distaught train engineer, Max. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve heard, "Mommy, where’s my Special Annie and Clarabel..." I’ve been hearing this phrase in my sleep! And beneathe the other bed ... another sad story came to a satisfactory end ... the tiny Go Diego Go! doll recently purchased at the Children’s Museum, the same Diego Porter had been yearning for from that gift shop nearly as long as Diego has been part of the kid TV scene was taken off the missing persons registry (if there is such a thing for dolls). Ahhh... peace in the valley.

BEWARE!!!

NAUGHTY BABIES

OK... now I must warn you, if you haven’t yet, please be wary of messes made that have no explanation. If you have such a problem, your culprit could be ... naughty babies. Apparently as I’ve learned from our very creative little men these naughty babies are responsible for all of the bad stuff that happens in our house that neither of the boys are willing to admit to. When scolding them for their messy playroom, they told us that neither of them made the mess. In fact ... they said ... naughty babies did it. They came in during the night ... they have red eyes and they come from another planet. So beware of these mischevious naughty babies, we’ve been unsuccessful in finding an exterminator that can take care of these messmakers.

Kids say the darndest things:
PORTER TO MOMMY: "Mommy, you’re a good mommy ... but daddy’s the BOSS!"

Porter and his pet dolphin

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Porter getting some Lolly love.

The boys learning about calculators with Grandpa Dick : )