I clean, He un-cleans.

You can really tell how much your kid has changed when you take him on a three week vacation and then bring him back home.

All of a sudden, nothing in this house is baby-proof anymore! It's almost like Ezra has become a real toddler in these past three weeks and now nothing is sacred... He's running through the house knocking things over and banging things together and pulling things apart like there's no tomorrow, all while I am tenderly trying to put my house back in order after our long absence. (Not a good combo at the moment, him and I...)

I'm sure a lot of it has to do with the fact that he was cooped up in the car for 23 hours over the past three days, and now he's learned to "LIVE LIFE TO THE FULLEST!" and "PLAY HARD WHILE YOU STILL HAVE THE CHANCE!"... There is a quiet desperation to his rampages, I will admit. He was such a trooper the whole trip, though. I was amazed at how painless the drive really was.

I am officially nominating whomever invented the portable DVD player for the Nobel Peace Prize. To vote, just text #DVD to this number: 555-VOTE. (small print says a fee of $10 will be charged to your phone bill each time you text.)

For now, my house is calm and quiet because Ezra has been napping for 3 hours. It's like a dream come true to have him sleep this long, and I've prayed for naps such as these since the day he was born, but now that it's actually happening I am completely bored. I think I will go shake his crib a little and see if he wakes up. (just joking...I'm not THAT bored...)


Things To Do:
1. Buy some food for this house. (There's nothing to eat now but Pepsi, Gatorade, and Instant Rice)
2. Elevate breakable items higher grounds. (This kid is tall.)
3. Tackle the gi-normous laundry pile that's lurking down in the basement. (I'd pretend it wasn't there, but all my favorite clothes are burried in it.)