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Saturday, June 11, 2011


I don't like losing things. Like, I REALLY do not like losing things. I don't know if I've always been like this, but I've been like this long enough to know to put things in the same place so I always know where they are. It's typical of J to ask me where something of his is, and for me to know exactly where it is.

Since having a kid who's old enough to walk around and carry things, I've had to become more relaxed about where things go vs. where they are. It used to drive me crazy that his bath toys would be in the toy bin in the living room or some coloured rings from a stacking toy were in the basement while the rest were in his room. I've learned to live with it.

What I can't live with though is his hoarding behaviour. He grabs things and stashes them anywhere and everywhere. I went to grab something from under the counter in the bathroom the other day, you know, where we keep bath toys, towels and wash cloths, only to find a folded piece of paper. A paper that definitely didn't belong in the bathroom, and certainly not under the counter. And that's just one example of the randomness I'm talking about.

So when we couldn't find the baby brush (soft-bristled brush for delicate baby heads) I went a little crazy. I looked in all the places it's been known to be - the bathrooms, the kitchen, Little J's toy box. It wasn't anywhere to be found. For days, weeks even, we couldn't find it. J wanted to buy a new one so I'd stop looking. I wouldn't stop looking though, that's the thing.

It took me a while, but I finally found it behind a cushion on the couch in the living room. When/how/why it was there I don't know. But finding it made my day. My week. Brush! I kept exclaiming. Silly, but the missing brush was driving me crazy.

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