ACK!

I cannot keep in front of this child! I run around all day trying to keep the house picked up and he gets in front of me (and into messes) every. stinkin. day. Today he found a little pile of rubbish on the kitchen floor that I had swept into a pile but not gotten into the waste can yet and started feasting on it! He's also nearly choked to death on a teeny piece of plastic that he managed to nab off a bag (and then hid in his steely little fist). He's fast. And he's got the eyes of an eagle and precision pincers. I never realized how many baby sized crumbs and beads and little teensy pieces of crap there were on my floors. Blast you, big huge house! Curse you careless, older children!