Ghostly
Living with a two-year-old is like living with a ghost. Items throughout the house have been hidden, replaced, moved, etc. We live in a house of magic where things pop in and out of existence. Anything from CDs to hairbrushes to a tiny orange shark to a harmonica can be lost forever or discovered inside your shoe weeks after you gave it to the kid so you could finish your phone conversation. Living with a pet can be this way, too. Many times I would come home from work and find a stray sock in the middle of the floor and Elvis staring at me as if he'd never even laid eyes on that partly-chewed sock. Sometimes, a shoe and its partner would be in separate rooms and again Elvis would deny any involvement. However, with a two-year-old all bets are off. Last week, I was wondering why my printer kept jamming only to open it and discover a CD tucked inside. Another time Elmo's creepy, bulbous, white eyes stared back at me when I opened my dresser drawer. Eric has been in the process o...