Today was kinda bittersweet. I missed my Dad big time and found myself simply wanting to just call him up and say hey. It felt so unfair that I couldn't do that.
But I did get to talk to my husband today. A wonderful father to our son. That WAS nice. After I got off the phone with him I was inspired to make a little care package for him. So, here's what I'm sending off tomorrow...
Hopefully he'll like it.
1. New pic of Wyatt.
2. Candy, almonds, and gum
3. Magazines galore
4. Cheap magic trick toys and silly putty
6. Glade automatic sensor spray
7. Deck of cards and...
8. Some Vanilla cupcake car scents (because the middle east is one stinky ass place)
So I'm pretty excited to send that off to him. I'm thinking he'll be stoked to get some good stuff. I really miss him.
Anyway, enough of that. More of this...
How on earth did my house become a kid zone? When I was pregnant I swore that I would never let my house get over run with dumb cheap kid toys. But yeah, I was wrong obviously. Ever since Wyatt became interested in toys I've been finding myself picking up junky kid toys from the dollar store or Target or even the grocery store. It cracks me up to see Wyatt excited about something new anxious to check it out. Oh, and this is just a corner of the living room. I have a huge closet full of junk in Wyatt's room too. Oh well, what can I do? I need to figure out a way to organize this so I feel like I'm living in a stylish yet sophisticated home. Your home doesn't really resonate sophisticated when you have a Tigger Johnny Jumper hanging from your ceiling.