Apparently I have been misspelling Mr. Shrew’s name!
For shame!
So, here, I’ll scold myself, Gordon Ramsay style:
“WHAT’S THE MATTA WITH YOU, YOU F-NG DONKEY?! CAUN’T EVEN SPELL A SIMPLE F-NG NAME CORRECTLY? GET YOUR AUSS OUT OF MY F-NG SIGHT! BLOODY HELL!”
Ah, I can see why Shrew loves this guy so much…what girl wouldn’t? 😉
Okay, so, way back when in Once Upon a Time time, we were given a teeny little Teletubby as a hand-me-down toy to Little Girl 1. Little Girl 1 didn’t really like said Teletubby, and we were glad.
Four years later, Little Girl 2 was born. At about 13 months old, Little Girl 2 discovered this little red Teletubby in the basket of hand-me-down toys, and she picked it up, kissed it, tucked it into her neck like a phone, and carried it around with her all the day long. She called him “Bubby” and her love of Teletubbies was born. We were NOT glad. As any parent knows, Teletubbies are not the things you want your children to latch onto, since their “annoyance factor” on a scale of 1-10 is 1000. However, watching Little Girl 2 LOVE this toy, would melt your heart, and so, as any parent knows, we had a difficult time not indulging her in her Teletubby habit. By the time all was said and done, Little Girl 2 owned three videos and 9 Teletubbies…the original little Bubby, and two sets of four, one large and one medium sized. They hold the place of honor at the foot of her bed to this day.
Fast forward five years. Mr. Baby Boy is born, and we try every lovey imaginable trying to get him to attach to something—anything. (Okay, I should say anything but a Teletubby. Zan has said more than once, “No son of mine will have a Teletubby!) Below is just a small sampling of the sweet little animals that want to be loved, but wind up on the floor next to the crib to sleep alone and cold.
So last night, since Mr. Baby Boy wouldn’t go to bed on time, he had to join Little Girl 2 and me in her bedroom for storytime. He starts raising a commotion, pointing and barking like a seal (that’s how he says, “I want that!) What is he pointing to?? The little red Teletubby!!!! He took the darn thing, and hugged it and cooed to it throughout storytime, and wouldn’t let it go come bedtime.
So, despite our protestations, I think we may have found Mr. Baby Boy’s lovey.
(To Zan: Sorry, Honey…I couldn’t help it. He was so cute talking to the little guy! Even YOU couldn’t have taken it away!)
That thing has magic powers. And we are doomed to another five years of Teletubby Hell.
(The Suspect.) 
These shots are taken from my bedroom window. Beautiful sky tonight.
Well, Mr. Baby Boy must’ve known how desperate I was to get through my mess today, because he slept for three and a half hours. 🙂 I finished my sorting! Hooray!!
The results:
Okay…down deep in the bottom of one of those baskets I found the following items.
Care to guess? (Hint: I thought I donated those to a worthy cause a LONG time ago.)
Ivoryhut wins! Those are the phones we used to text vote for Taylor Hicks—Season 5. Now that’s love, baby!!! 😉
And while we’re on the subject of Taylor Hicks, what’s with the lightning flash, barely there clip of him on this season’s opening??? Could they BE any ruder? *PSHAW* Irks me everytime.
Well, for someone who loves organization, I’m a terrible organizer. I tend to let things pile up until the task becomes so overwhelming that I don’t know where to begin, so things just pile up more. Paperwork is my nemesis. Receipts, school papers, junkmail…it’s incredible how these things pile up into mountains.
I’ve attempted over the years to organize. I hate having piles all over the house, so I bought a basket to capture all the various paperwork. Well, then the basket looked like this.
So I bought another set of baskets, this time to sort each child’s paperwork as it came in, figuring I would be able to keep up with it then. Well, now that set of baskets looks like this.
So here I am on this rainy, cold day:
with not only full baskets, but piles that look like this.
You will not see me again today…while the nap happens, the decluttering must happen. I’ve made a pot of coffee, I have my Lord of the Rings Trilogy cued up, and I’m tackling my nemesis.
*taking*a*deep*breath*
I will win.
A Half Hour a Day 