Yesterday I found 3 missing shoes that I'd been looking for that Sir had hidden at various locations throughout the house. And now as I'm web surfing, I see him, from the corner of my eye, hiding LOTS of stuff in the couch. **Note to self: do not take eyes off Sir**
Um, as I was typing this post, Sir cut his finger on a seashell that was in his gift bag from playgroup. Blood was everywhere--thank God it didn't mess up the couch or carpet. (**Didn't I tell myself NOT to take my eyes off him?**) Each day he's wearing a bandage for one reason or another. Geez....
