Don't hate me, but I never really cleaned up a mess between the end of August and December 5th. And not because I'm lazy, but because they just weren't "a thing" when the Adult to Children ratio was 3:1. Sure, they existed (as they do in every house with children!), but only for a few seconds before K POP swept in and took care of business. It was Sri Lankan MAGIC at its finest! (WE LOVE YOU KUMARI!!!)
Alas, everything changed the day Juliet was born and the ratio became 3:2. Since that day, we've become a little more accustomed to seeing things like this:
This picture isn't the worst of 'em, of course! It's just the only time I remembered to take a picture of a household mess that inspired the book author in me. Don't worry - I'm not talking about a legitimate book that would be seen on shelves in public. I'm talking about a rookie book that would be seen on the laps of our children during car trips or plane rides. I'm talking about a personal I SPY book with OUR TOYS and OUR MESSES and OUR MOST RIDICULOUS PARENTING ATTEMPT TO ADVERTISE ORGANIZATION AS THE BEST THING EVER. Can't find the Minnie Mouse phone? That's a bummer. Same with the Hello Kitty bracelet? What a shame! The moist and still shape-able playdoh doesn't exist?! Keep looking! (Except you may never, ever find it because you left the lid off!)
Sigh. Laugh. Sigh.
This book might just last them all the way to Canada and......once their frustration has reached its peak.......I will slam down the sequel (THE SEQUEL!!!!!!) to make this whole "clean-up your toys!" lesson come together. In the sequel, the children will face yet another game of I SPY, but this time, the scenes will be post-clean-up. Minnie Mouse phone? BOOM! Hello Kitty bracelet? BAM! Moist and shape-able playdoh? BINGO!!!!!!!!!! Our fierce little two year old will come to the conclusion that toys are found fastest when they are returned to their places after use. It's genius, isn't it? It's going to work, isn't it? My kids are going to be the best at picking up their toys, aren't they?
HAAAAAA. I'm going to keep lying to myself over here. And while I sip on this morning's cup of coffee, you can bet I'll be singing that gosh darn "clean-up" song on repeat. Which Nory loves. For all of two minutes.
P.S. Auntie Gem, we're gonna need some more playdoh ;)
Alas, everything changed the day Juliet was born and the ratio became 3:2. Since that day, we've become a little more accustomed to seeing things like this:
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| The clean-up song is really only so effective with a two year old. |
Sigh. Laugh. Sigh.
This book might just last them all the way to Canada and......once their frustration has reached its peak.......I will slam down the sequel (THE SEQUEL!!!!!!) to make this whole "clean-up your toys!" lesson come together. In the sequel, the children will face yet another game of I SPY, but this time, the scenes will be post-clean-up. Minnie Mouse phone? BOOM! Hello Kitty bracelet? BAM! Moist and shape-able playdoh? BINGO!!!!!!!!!! Our fierce little two year old will come to the conclusion that toys are found fastest when they are returned to their places after use. It's genius, isn't it? It's going to work, isn't it? My kids are going to be the best at picking up their toys, aren't they?
HAAAAAA. I'm going to keep lying to myself over here. And while I sip on this morning's cup of coffee, you can bet I'll be singing that gosh darn "clean-up" song on repeat. Which Nory loves. For all of two minutes.
P.S. Auntie Gem, we're gonna need some more playdoh ;)
No. Write the real public book shop indigo kind of book. (and these ones you speak of too)
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