The Disappearing Act

So far, I have been very busy today! I had a photo session for a little princess turning 1. I painted some on the castle, made lunch, cleaned the house, did a load of laundry (well it is sitting in the washer anyway calling me to please come transfer it to the dryer and continue my washing), ran the dishwasher, and I am now sitting here at the computer updating my blog, answering emails, and trying to keep up with the inflow of photo requests for my Pic & Treat Halloween Photography session. I never imagined it would be so popular. Which brings me to the little annoyance described by the title of this blog. It seems that a discussion that I have going to keep track of my Pic & Treat event, which has many readers judging by the number of responses that I have gotten, keeps mysteriously disappearing from an unnamed playgroup's message board. But, no matter! Don't they realize that me having to repost it keeps it at the TOP of the board at all times? I guess someone feels a little threatened by the competition. GROW UP!

Anyway, I know you are all only really here to read about what is going on with the kids, so here I go. I went to the store this morning (oh, I left that off the list above) and picked up a few things. When I got home, Lorelei noticed I had bought her favorite fruit and she runs at me screaming like a lunatic "BLAAALALALALAL. BLALLAALALALALALA!" In case, you don't speak infant, that is "banana". I wish you could see her with her tongue flapping in and out of her mouth at a hundred flicks per minute. It cracks me up every time! After lunch, Mike had gotten after Tyler for just messing up the house without a purpose. About 15 minutes later, Mike said "Tyler, where are you?" and out from behind the sofa pops out a tiny little "I don't know". It is like that when we play hide and seek, too.
Me: "Where's Tyler? Is he in the closet?"
A tiny voice behind the sofa: "No."
Next game,
Me: "Where's Tyler? Is he in the laundry basket?"
A tiny voice behind the sofa: "No."
I am running out of places to pretend to look. It will be a big day when I say "Where's Tyler? Is he under the chair?" and the little voice behind the sofa floats out from a different piece of furniture.

Well, I got to get back to that stinking laundry. If I sit here too long Mike might catch on that I am not really as busy as I lead him to believe.