Now that Henry is old enough to drag every. single. toy. out of everything, I'm constantly cleaning up. I hatehatehate picking up the same dinosaurs, legos, marbles, and trains every night. But! Lately I've been finding his toys in the weirdest places and noticing funny little things he did while he was playing. It's really amusing to me, the things I find. I like to pretend like he's all, "Mom is going to hate cleaning up this mess, but maybe stuffing her shoe full of stickers will make it a little better..."
