BRUUUUUHHHHHH SO TODAY HE MOVED BACK IN. I am very happy to report that while it was a VERY stressful move (I did my best to prepare him for it the night before and he didn't listen), it ended up being quite peaceful for THE PIKMIN. I actually heard my husband chuckle. Not for long, but he did chuckle and it sounded so peaceful. I don't know why I haven't taken any pictures of him, but I am happy I can report he is living IN PIKMINLAND. Let's just say my two boys are divided by a thin rectangle with my baby boy being held hostage by an evil chocolate monster. My little boy calls him daddy. Well, he has. The chocolate monster. And his other name is chocolate -- at least when it comes to getting what he wants. For some reason my sweet little boy has decided that his sweet little voices are not in - line with my sussies. So my little boy is on a mission. My mission is to clear my path. If that means squashing and running over other people, so be it. As long as he is heard. As my back bends over to deal with the flood of chaos that is piled on my desk, I am reminded that it is a dirty job, but I am a woman and I know how to do it. Not perfectly. But well. From yesterday's experiences I will now share the steps I took to take my kids to a water park. Maybe if I put them on this mission, they will remember how to be loving little boys for the next 15 minutes so I can take some deep cleansing breaths
