WARNING: Small parts are in this toy. They may possibly roll under furniture, blend in with area rugs, or find a new home in the weirdest places that you swear the toy was never even near. Small parts have been known to cause the following: eye twitches, hysterical laughter followed by tears, insomnia from imagining where the heck the toy part could be, frightened husbands as they watch their wife tear through the house like a furious cyclone, terrified victims (usually a husband or possibly older child) forced to take part in this unwanted scavenger hunt for an impossibly small part, and in very very severe cases...stress eating that may induce raging diarrhea. Please proceed with your purchase with caution.
That's a warning label I would appreciate.
The Dunn household is still harboring a bug of some kind. John has a runny nose and wet cough. I'm still devouring cough drops, hot tea, and Dayquil. Sleep has skipped our house for the last 7 days. So our mental fortitude was not up to par, lets say.
Last night, after an unsuccessful attempt to get John down in his crib, I trudged down the stairs to let John play a little more. I had hopes it would wear him out enough for all of us to get some much needed sleep. Usually, John goes down right after bath time, and this allows Joe and I to spend quality time together before we go to bed. As he played, I began to absent mindedly pick up the smaller toys in preparation for when John was ready to go to sleep. We have these so fun yet so annoying stacking cups from Mushie (a baby product company). We actually have two stacking cup sets. One is incomplete thanks to a certain Beagle eating the smallest cup. I do not have OCD, for the record, but I do have a need for organization, tidyness, and completeness. So I ordered a 2nd set. It does not make sense to you, I know, but in my brain, this was the solution. Well, the cups tend to disappear. It drives me absolutely nuts, to where I have actually placed cut pool noodles under my furniture to keep them from rolling under them. Last night, all the cups were found, and I proudly placed them in a bin. I moved my sights on to a little plastic dinosaur with removable spikes on his back. It's supposed to teach dexterity and hand/eye coordination, or something like that. There are 12 spikes, three yellow, three orange, and three blue. I counted them off...
Three, three, and...two. Two blue.
I felt something pop.
Where is the third blue spike?
Where
Is
The
Blue
Spike
I asked Joe, casually, "baby, have you seen the blue spike anywhere?"
"Nope, I am sure it will pop up somewhere."
Ha
Hahahaha
Hahahahahhaha
It did not pop up.
The search started off calmly, and then became a violent, very personal man hunt. Spike hunt. We moved furniture, pool noodles and all, checked the bathroom, coat closet, laundry room, under the stove, outside, in the pantry...and that stupid little blue spike was nowhere to be found. My hair was wet from a shower when we started the search, and it was a dry poofy mane in about 3 minutes from running around like a headless chicken.
After searching every inch of the downstairs, I turned to say something to Joe. But all I saw was the pure exhaustion on his face--he's been amazing during this awful week--and the crazy evaporated from my system. I told him to just give up the search. Let's watch the new epsisode of our show while I nurse John to sleep. And that is just what we did.
But the next morning...
It returned.
The crazy. The eye twitching, cannot rest until my foe is vanquished, rearrange the whole house crazy.
Victory was mine. Despite me looking three times...it was in the bottom of a basket. I immediately texted Joe this picture:
Sweeeeeeeet victory.
I'm sure I won't lose it again for at least 5 hours!
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