Wednesday, March 30, 2011


You know those children's books about Olivia?  There's an illustration in on of them that gets me every time.

I see that picture of Olivia in pantyhose and think "I hear ya, Pig. I hear ya."

Maybe it is because occasionally, when I'm feeling overly ambitious, I will pick up all of the toys.
And you are able to see the floor.

And then You-Know-Who-Number-Two wakes up from her nap, and it's like Christmas. Like she's never played with these toys before and she must play with every single one of them in the next five minutes or her entire world will combust.

What took me the entire time she was napping to clean up, took her less than 6 giggles to wreck.

And I end up with my hair looking like this:


And maybe a little dejected.

Much like a pig in pantyhose probably feels.

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