A day in the Ross life.

This morning, I ran downstairs to grab an outfit for Eli out of a freshly done load of laundry. As I was going to walk back upstairs, I saw it- a HUMONGOUS cockroach on the ceiling RIGHT ABOVE THE BOTTOM STEP. I'm sure it was waiting there to eat me. What to do, what to do? I couldn't just huddle down there waiting for the agent of evil to move. So I did what any normal person would do- I threw a fitted sheet (also freshly washed and dried) over my entire body and ran like my life depended on it up to the kitchen. Then I flung the tainted sheet back down the stairs with a little shriek. Mature, I know. If our planet is ever invaded by aliens, I will die immediately from fright. Unless they get to me prior to my inevitable heart failure and eat me.

And here's the deal with my super awesome kids: Gabriel's a bit of a forgetter. He's classic for pleading for a peanut butter sandwich and then abandoning it after two bites in some random location. For awhile, Ben and I had no idea where our debit or credit cards were (by awhile, I mean at least a week). Lo and behold, we found them- INSIDE THE PRINTER. I have no idea what possessed him to stuff them in there. Today, he at least decided to ditch his Poptart (healthy, I know) in a place where it would not secretly rot and mold for months before I found it. Unfortunately, being out in the open and all, his brother -aka Mini-Vulture- found it and ate half before I discovered him. Fabulous.
Lastly, for your enjoyment, a photo of Gabriel not making it through the bedtime routine. He crashed a few pages into "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish." Gotta love it.