Rattle, Rattle
I picked up my guitar, to play for a few minutes, and heard a distinct rattling inside. Great, the kids have been putting things in it again. So, after a few minutes of shaking the upside down instrument, the contents were revealed:
Three quarters.
One blue marker cap.
A small piece of red plastic.
A goldenrod crayon, broken into two pieces.
One half of a black crayon.
On a different, yet related, note….I’ve not been able to find a green sippy cup that I gave to Elijah a few days ago. Until this morning, that is. Kyra enlisted my help in getting her toy cell phone out of Elijah’s basketball toy, that you are supposed to drop a ball in the top, and then it comes out the bottom.
In further inspection, not only was the cell phone inside, but the missing sippy cup as well…half full of a solid lump of spoiled milk. As I was dumping the contents outside, I was very thankful that I am not pregnant. When I would have to empty the contents of Kyra’s just found, phantom sippy cups when I was pregnant with Elijah, without fail, I would end up losing my lunch (or breakfast, snack, or thought of food…whatever the case might have been).
So, yeah. Life with toddlers is interesting. Now if I could just find the missing video tape, the tweezers, and the other four missing sippy cups.
