If you're ever missing anything in our house, you should really check the lost and found. Or should I say, the spa tub in the master bathroom. Zach drags things from around the house and happily throws them in, satisfied with a job well done.

This is an example of typical findings. We find:
1. a soccer ball
2. a box
3. a single brown heel
4. a single linky
5. a burp cloth
6. a green dishtowel
7. a pair of red shoes
8. a headlamp
9. a yellow toy boat
10. a blankie
11. a book (How Loud Is A Lion?)
12. Zach's brush (only after brushing his full head of hair)
13. a running shoe insole
14. a pink maternity shirt (NO, I'm not pregnant)
15. a cat stuffed animal.
And at the end of the day, we sort it out and try to put things back in their home. Silly boy.
Zach's always loved ripping paper. One day at church he found another kid's book. I quickly grabbed it away and moved it out of his reach. The mother of the child whose book it was handed it back to him and told me, "He can look at it!" I smiled. "No, he'll just rip it up" I explained. Her eyes got big and she took it back. I thought this was a pretty common thing, but maybe her three kids didn't have that obsession?
We never could let him play too much with paper because he would also always eat it. But he is gradually getting over putting EVERYTHING in his mouth (much to my relief!). So today I let him work on a catalogue I didn't care about. He was delighted and I think he did some pretty good work:


I'm glad he can be happy with simple pleasures.