I had one of those days last Friday where I realized I truly had a boy. It was a series of events that required me to clean up after him all day! First, my son got a hold of my daughter’s bottle of water and dumped in the living room. Then, he tipped over the dieffenbachia tree and spilled the dirt. Finally, he used a plastic cup to scoop clean (thankfully!) kitty litter from the original box and dumped that around the kitchen and nearby half-bath. Unfortunately, our shop vac is on the fritz since I tried to vacuum packing peanuts in the basement a while ago, my vacuum hose is dying and the new Shark stick vacuum (which I finally returned today) just doesn’t cut it. So, I cleaned up the old fashioned way: a broom!

This also was the same day that we found out he had broken our digital camera (I’d known it was dropped but I didn’t discover the it-costs-more-to-fix-than-to-buy-a-new-camera button that had popped off until later). I liked our camera so I’m looking to replace it with a similar, but upgraded, one: A720IS. Sigh. It’s definitely been a different experience than when my daughter was a toddler. I’m glad it’s summer so we can spend time outside and let him rip the leaves off trees instead of destroying our things inside!