Reason # 86 . . .

I have been fortunate enough to move into a house surrounded by daycare's. I have one behind me and one to the left of me. The lot on the right just sold so I'm hoping we can go for number three soon. (Sadly, when I drive Josh to school in the morning and pick him up from school I also pass 2 daycare's where moms are dropping off newborns at 8 am and kids are walking straight from the bus stop to daycare in the afternoon. I always get choked up feeling so bad for those sad looking kids who can't just be at home. Then I drive over to my mom's and drop all the kids off while I get a coke and walk up and down the aisles at KMART for 3 hours.) Wheeeewwww. Anyway - the picture above is of what I saw outside my kitchen window this afternoon. Where was the daycare lady? nowhere to be found, as usual. That kid looked like he was about 7 years old and I saw him a few minutes later chasing some little kids around the backyard with a rake. The had all climbed on a shed like there was a flood and they were waiting to be rescued. It reminded me of the time the "daycare mom" came over and asked me if I had seen a little boy anywhere. "Sure, he's walking down the middle of the street in his saggy diaper and one shoe." Your welcome.
Item #2: I was looking for something in storage today I found this . . .

Boy was Erik excited. It was like he found out where his happiness had been hiding all these years. There was a whole box of stuff that made him very giddy. (included were a few love notes, not from me, that stated that his bod would be missed.) What a bod. I totally understand what piggy was talking about.