Cleaning up after Lex is like an easter
egg hunt. He puts his little toys in the most random places. At
the end of the night, just when I think all the toys are away,
I find a rolly-ball in the inner-workings of our rocking
ottaman. Or a teething biscuit in the dragon’s mouth
(seriously!). Or a plastic toy trapped under the crunched in
lid of the empty oatmeal contain (hard to explain, but he made
himself a rattle and loved it!). He’s the funniest, cleverist
baby. I love that I put him to bed and hours later he still
makes me laugh.