Hello old friend

Hello old friend. That's right. I've been on hiatus for the past two days and I haven't written one thing in the blog. I would like to say it's because I've been so busy cleaning the house until it sparkles and teaching Connor the Latin names for all of the plant life in the backyard, but it's mostly because I've been trying to recover from Christmas... Still. You know, making some returns, napping, moving all of the toys from the middle of the living room floor so that you can see it, moving all of the toys, moving all of the toys and mostly moving all of the toys.

If you remember, recently I discussed the tetris-like process of putting away the Christmas loot. Connor has discovered that if he balances like a seal on the medicine ball lying on the floor he can shimmy up the side of one of the dining room table armchairs. Once he's up in the chair, he has access to all sorts of fun things... like the trash can and the space heater. So, one by one, the chairs are being moved from the living room into any other area of the house that doesn't already contain either dirty laundry or other furniture.

It makes me sad when I have to remove him from something he's climbed on top of. I sit across the room and actually watch him climb to the top and then go and remove him. He always looks so shocked too. Like, "MOM! What are you doing? I was just on top of the dining room table!!! Didn't you SEE ME?!"

I'm ready to rent a storage building and just dump everything from the room inside of it, leaving our 18x18' great room, desolate and barren except for the 500 lbs of plastic toys, a TV mounted to the wall (thus completely out of reach) and one plastic lawn chair. Except he would move the chair over to the mounted TV and I would come in from the bathroom to see him swinging from the TV shelf like a monkey, the batteries from the TV remote safely hidden in his mouth.