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When we went to Maine many moons ago, we tried to stop at as many lighthouses as possible–not only because they are so super cool to look at, but also because I’m a little obsessed. We have an entire bedroom in our house that is decorated in a beach theme…with lighthouses and boats and seashells. Love it!
This photo was taken at Pemaquid Point Lighthouse in Bristol, Maine. I’m ready to move in …
My husband has all these crazy speakers in the living room that he knows I absolutely despise. I honestly think there are about seven or 700–I’m not sure. They were supposed to be wired as surround sound speakers, but we never hooked them up that way–so they sit in weird spots around our television. The largest of the speakers is a large square thing with a hole in the front where I guess sound comes out. I have no idea if the thing even works. In fact, I’d venture a guess that it doesn’t–now that I figured out what our youngest son has been up to.
The other day Little Man was sitting next to said speaker with a Lincoln Log in his hand. Faster than you can say Cerwin-Vega! (brand of aforementioned expensive speakers), Little Man’s Lincoln Log is lost in Cerwin-Vegaland.
Oops.
So here’s me, running and tripping over Legos (who the heck left those on the floor again?), flying like a bat-out-of-you-know-where to catch falling Lincoln Log–but alas, I’m too late.
I can’t fit my huge hand into tiny speaker hole like Little Man can … so I scoop up the huge box (who knew it weighed about 100 pounds? Geez…) and try to tilt it to the side to see if it will fall out.
Of course not.
So … when daddy woke up that morning, we had to break the news that not only did Lincoln Log fall into the speaker, but it sounds like there might be a small town forming in there–a mini (dusty) town of fantastic, high-end log homes with fancy tin roofs and small wagons with shiny wheels.
Agh.
Hubby is NOT happy–mumbling swear words not-so-under-his-breath–he takes a screwdriver to the back of the speaker. I have to keep all the kids out of the room during this–not only so they don’t learn new words–but also because hubby doesn’t want any of them to:
a) think that this is some sort of game where they drop things in and daddy rescues them
b) get the idea of taking a screwdriver to the speakers to open them up themselves
So … he takes the back off the speaker, and guess what he finds?
Yup. The Lincoln Log. But that’s not all. No, no, no. That’s just the beginning. Here’s the list of what was pulled out of our Cerwin-Vega! (gotta use the exclamation point!) floor speaker … or whatever it’s called:
* Said Lincoln Log
* A letter “C” from a shape-sorting toy
* The bottom (body) of the third-largest piece of a Russian stacking dolls
* The top (head) of the second-largest piece of the same set of Russian stacking doll
* A green, two-inch long plastic alligator whistle (piece of crap Burger King kids’ meal toy)
* The tip of a plasic toy screwdriver
* A DIRTY pair of size 6 SpongeBob SquarePants underwear.
We didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
So, either Little Man is shoving these things in there when we aren’t looking, or the oldest two are using the speaker as an easy hideout for stuff that they’ve been asked to clean up from the living room floor.
Seriously, people. We can’t make this stuff up.
Two oldest are fighting at the dinner table as usual. Screaming. Middle child says to older bro: “I’m going to kill you and then hit you.”
Older bro says back: “I’m gonna kill you first.”
I turn to them and yell back: “Will the two of you please get along and love each other–and eat your pizza while you’re at it.”
The words were still lingering in the air when I realized just how stupid that sounded.
Bought this awesome, cast-iron mermaid while in Wrightsville Beach last year. Wanted to share.
My little man has many obsessions.
He’s not obsessed with green beans. Or learning to talk. Or napping. Of course not.
No, he has other interesting “talents” … like chewing holes in DVD boxes (even those from Blockbuster), playing in the toilet and stuffing things up his nose.
Seriously.
This is now becoming more of an issue–I have NO IDEA how to deal with this one. He’s only 17 months old–what can I possibly do to scold him? He’s NOT understanding why this is a bad idea.
The other day I had to actually hold him down and use TWEEZERS to pull a HUGE piece of paper (he had bitten off the cover of a hardback book, no less) out of his NOSE. It was so far up there it almost got sucked down into his mouth. It was nasty and snotty and very soggy when it finally made its way out … and I have NO IDEA how the heck he’s getting these things up there without us seeing him.
Other interesting things that have shot out of his nose recently:
* A small, red LEGO
* Another large piece of paper
* A piece of a noodle
* A sequin (had to extract that one myself as well)
He’s also totally into carrying things around in his mouth. I just went in to find him after he had run down the hall into his brothers’ room … and he had already stuffed SEVEN things in his mouth (no time to stuff up the nose, I guess). Here’s what I found:
* Two large googly eyes
* Two small googly eyes
* One small, red cup from the Playmobil set
* One small cannonball from the Playmobil set
* One small “log” from the Playmobil set
Hmm.
Either we need to be better about closing the door (big brothers don’t pay close enough attention, I’m afraid), or we need to toss all the Playmobil stuff.
Argh. That’s not cool. I like to play with the little pirates and knights, too!
