Oh goodie, Finn's at *that* age

Things I have pulled out of my VCR this week:

1. DVD's
2. The VCR remote
3. Sippy cup lid
4. Toast
5. Cat treats
6. More DVD's
7. His hat
8. Crayon
9. Oven mitt
10. Plant info marker
11. Chapstick
12. Plate
13. DVD's
14. Sock
15. Phone bill
16. Toy train
17. Board book
18. DVD's
19. Box of Nerds
20. Rick Rack
21. Sponge
22. Cookie
23. Fruit snacks wrapper
24. DVD's
25. Picture frame
26. My phone
27. Brooch
28. His hand, which had gotten stuck
29. A taco shell
30. Sigh... DVD's

I think that's it for now. However, I am missing my checkbook...

(And yes, the VCR still works fine. Amazing.)

They're not STICKERS!!!

Rachel is obsessed with Bandaids. Ob. Sessed. To the point where I have to have a rule in my house: No blood, no bandaid. Otherwise she has a bandaid stuck to her for every bump, bruise, and bug bite. I swear to you, once a fly landed on her and she wanted a bandaid for it. She's happiest when wrapped up in bandages mummy-style.

Let's just say that after our latest actual bleeding episode (her scraped knee) I accidentally left the box of bandaids on the counter, instead of in their box-inside-another-box-inside-a-cupboard-on-the-highest-shelf-mommy-needs-a-stepstool usual spot.

There are now bandaids holding the Rachel together. There are bandaids holding Rachel's bed together. And her toybox. Her dolls all have numerous boo-boos. Her blanket has a Bandaid mosaic on it. The TV's buttons are first-aided to within an inch of their lives. The bandaids on her doorknob are three-bandaids thick.

And there is not a single unused bandaid in the house. Tonight, no doubt, will be the night I cut my finger open.

I really ought to take out stock in the company...