Our Ostrich

This is Zane hiding. Seriously. I counted to ten (in the adjoining room no-less) and went to find him and this is his hiding place. It didn’t help that he was giggling. Earlier I found him in the corner of his room, head sunk into a paper bag, butt waggling in the air. Despite appearances he is getting better at hiding … and suppressing giggles. He’s even counting to ten before looking. He’s very fast at counting so we’ll have to teach him one-mississippi, two-mississippi next. Unfortunately he has another huge advantage when it comes time to find where daddy is hiding: Raz. All he has to do is find where Raz is “pointing” and the game is pretty much over. You’d think the dog would have a little more loyalty and listen when I say “stay” but he’s just gotta get into the game and that means finding me.

Today should be a big day. I’m heading up to buy Zane his big boy bed. It’s a bunk bed with a twin on top and a full, foldable futon on the bottom. Faith has already got a taker for the race car bed (and a LOT of other old toys, books and clothes: go mommy, go!). We’d been sort of shopping/obsessing over this for a few months and then this weekend, amidst all of the cleaning, I found one for sale in a local want ad. Great timing.