As my friend
Andrea says, "When things get quiet, I start to get nervous..." Elisha had been playing in his "new room" for a while, when he came to the kitchen to announce, "I made a mess in my new room." I followed him to see what he meant, expecting to find all of his toys dumped on the floor. Instead, I found this:
The floor was covered with tiny foam shapes that we had used for a craft at a camp last summer. Now that's a real mess!
Blogging is helping me become a more patient mom. Rather than get upset, I thought of the potential for a new post and quickly grabbed the camera so I could record the event. (Elisha then had to spend the next half hour cleaning it up.)