we (and i don't mean me) lost the build-a-bear ds game. we (and i mean me) have looked everywhere. torn the car apart. even papa has searched.
there was a time in my life when my mind was a steel trap. i could meet you once, talk to you for a while, then next time could remember your name, what you were wearing, your kids' first and middle names... i knew where everything in this house was. how many pieces went with each toy. fifty mega blocks. twelve shape sorters. etc.
after three kids, i can't even remember what i had for breakfast. or if i ate breakfast? i should probably go eat breakfast.
all the trivial stuff, like your kids' middle names (no offense) is gone, but i do know every little thing about my kids, so i suppose it's all relative, but i still don't know where everything is in our house.
does this bother me? yes!
so where the heck is build-a-bear? i'm completely obsessed. there are hundreds of things i should be doing this summer, but i am only focused on one. finding. that. game.
i moved the couches. as i was moving them, i noticed there were "things" in the bottom of the couches. a whole lot of things. not in the part you can reach, behind that, and down. i flipped them on their sides and reached in. i was so hopeful. i did not find the game. but i found some treasures nonetheless...
wooden spoon milk ring - cat toy fake makeup - the princess was overjoyed plastic clip-on earring pizza toppings - been looking for those, count has been off lego missile train track - really been looking for this princess pen box 'o raisins - empty foil from recalled chocolate coins? matchbox car cheerios - i have spared you the actual number birthday candle glass starfish - ??? hair clip baby nail clippers - really, really been looking for these equal sign fridge magnet - who even cares? yogos - i have spared you the actual number my comb AND a ds game! - but it is cars, ANDi didn't even know that one was missing!
one smashed toe later, a lesson learned - build-a-bear is not in the couches...
spit watermelon seeds drive a car swim be thoughtful mow grass check tire pressure flip a burger fly a kite throw a football ride a roller coaster shoot pool swing ride a bike listen to classical music compost math roast a marshmallow hammer a nail crack a crab swing a golf club light fireworks be patient eat lemons tie a shoe love nature find sand dollars take care of veggie gardens use a pocketknife microwave ice cream be grateful bait a hook wear chuck taylors go to sunday school build a fire dust off and try again sing in the choir catch a fly ball
ok - so i am merely 200 years overdue perusing this one...
and although jane's writing style is not wholly altogether indecipherable, i did on various occasion find myself not lacking in absolute misunderstanding, but scanning through recently finished passages anyway in attempt to comprehend whether or not i had secured information required for progressing to the next chapter.
all of this matter was made exceedingly more difficult by my task of reading whilst galloping in our carriage with husband and offspring, with obviously more chatter from the latter and which in most instances becoming quite intolerable and thus requiring me to plug-eth my ears in a most unattractive manner.
i sincerely adored the book - but i must admit around page 300 - i did scream aloud in a completely savage and uncivilized tone,
"ARE YOU PEOPLE FREAKING GETTING MARRIED OR WHAT?!?!"