The Egle Has Landed

A huge thanks to my sweet blogger friend, Mountain Momma for awarding me the Egel Nest Blog Award! It's for newish bloggers and says you've arrived in the blogging world!

Mountain Momma is awesome, and I enjoy her writing - particularly about honest, real-life 'issues' - she's great, so give her some love, if you haven't already.

Hooray for another award! Who knew blogging could be so... rewarding?

A Thousand Words.

Bottoms up!


Just... too... tired...

So THAT'S what that smell was...

Admittedly, this is probably the grossest post I've written. But nevertheless, I'm going to post it anyhow, because I'm not above a little grossness every now and then. And because I have a digital camera and want you to share in the grossness WITH me, my beloved readers.

OK, well looking back, I guess it's probably been around 10 months or so that I've occasionally smelled something foul, yet unidentifiable, when passing through my hallway on the way to The Prince's room. I'm fairly fanatic about my house smelling good. I always have lovely candles lit throughout various rooms and often deodorize after Husband hikes/goes to the gym, etc. - all in the effort to keep things SMELLING clean, since I can't actually keep my house clean.

So, when this scent hit my nose, I always wondered... was it something from the closet? I'd get a faint whiff of something in that locale, but never found the source, and believe me I looked. Up and down ... in and out - through every piece of luggage and every shelf holding precisely 738 reusable gift bags, never coming up with anything. I thought to myself, well perhaps it was the remnant rank-ness from the Prince's #2 diaper. It wasn't there all the time. Just sometimes and when I smelled it I stopped everything and searched like my life depended on it. Alas. Nothing.

Or so I thought.

Today, I found The Prince sitting too quietly in front of the hall closet, happily rummaging through some plastic bag that he certainly wasn't allowed to rummage through...


and it was full of last year's plastic Easter eggs that I decided to save from last year's Easter baskets, to add to this year's stash of hidden surprises on Easter morn. As I swept him away and started putting the plastic eggs back into the bag for storage, suddenly... I smelled it. The smell ... much more pungent. Putrid, in fact. The funk was something unnatural and stenchy and rotteny and much like the fetor from the city dump, if you've ever had the pleasure of having your father take you there against your will on a "fun" family outing going there.

Let's end the suspense and cut to the chase. The smell... well, it was from an Easter egg in the bag... the REAL kind of Easter Egg.

The edible, capable-of-rotting kind that did inDEED rot and become ... well, I'll let you see for yourself...

Come again? Those little brown things all over the brown shriveled-up egg yolk, you ask? Oh silly - those are maggots. Dead maggots. Rotting maggots in a maggot graveyard of a decaying Easter egg. That's all. No big deal that they were in there for the last year, crawling around almost silently, but a little gooeyish-soundingly in my closet amongst the cute, colorful plastic eggs and brand new PEZ Easter Bunny candy dispenser that was saved for my sweet kids to pounce on this Easter. Ya. No problem! **hair-raising shiver**

All I can say is 1. THANK you sweet little nosey Prince who shouldn't have been in the closet at all... I owe you a little somethin-somethin -- perhaps a free "Get-Out-Of-Timeout" card for tomorrow, eh? And 2. At least NOW I know...

*****UPDATE TO BLOG POST*** Ok, so based on a few comments, I feel I must add something. WHY did I crack open the egg and take a picture? I'm a BLOGGER, people! You know that! My life is a 3/4 open book to you. Had I just tossed it, you (I) would never have known WHAT made that smell for such an extended period of time (maggots and lots of them). So, yes, I may be hardcore, but you appreciate, no?

A Litte Unexpectedness.

Things I did NOT expect to see in my son's hands/mouth today (featured in chronological order, and completely non-fictional)
1. Chalk (in the mouth, chewed up and ready for digesting.)
2. VERY sharp scissors
3. Toilet bowl brush (twice)
4. My brand new blushes (all 5 of them - DE-stroyed.)
5. Tweezers (weapon of choice to destroy said blushes)
6. A kitchen knife
7. His father's cell phone (that's now broken, thanks to him)
8. An entire round loaf of sourdough bread (in the mouth)
9. My coffee (for like the 37,000th time - he ONLY wants mine (it's all sweet and creamy), and I swear he's got a heat-seeking missle on his head aimed straight at my cup no matter how high I can get it)
10. Halls lozenges
11. a LIVE cockroach (oh wait - that was yesterday - my bad.)
12. a toy I keep throwing away
13. and... um... hmm... I must be missing something.
14. Oh ya. Some miscellaneous spice jars.

Suddenly today, I believe he developed teensy tiny little octopusses on his hands that are unable to be seen by the human eye, but which allow him to grab an obscene amount of hazardous items from every thinkable surface of his little world. Hip hip hooray!! I LOVE this stage! I'm sorry... WHO said boys were easier than girls??

OH Love... it's shiny and new...

Come aboard... we're expecting you... the LOVE Boat... duh duh duh.. soon we'll be making another... something... the LOVE Boat duh duh duh something exciting and something new. Duh duh some-thing and something ugh.... wa-ter-mel-on --- forgetting... a new RRR-O-mance.... duh duh duh. I'm good huh?

Well, I'm just spreading the love, from my BBF (best blogger friend), OHMommy, at Classy Chaos, since she awarded me the Spreader of Love Award. I totally heart her. Sorry to all of you who stalk love her too. She and I are kindred spirits-slash-mind-twins and have a profound, deep love for each other - so much so that I'm pretty sure she's going to block comments from all the rest of you so she can strictly write to and hear from me as often as possible. So thank you BBF... I'm proud to be the spreader of love, and a big fat liar. ;)

Waste Not.

Well, as I've said before, my husband is a frugal man. In a good way! But sometimes, he goes a little far. He lives on the edge of frugality and George Castanza-ness. Case in point... he was making a yummy little apple-licious dessert and was utilizing my apple-peeler-slicer-corer that's the BOMB, and this is what he was doing...

Notice the miles of apple peels hanging from his mouth? That's so they don't go to waste. Beat THAT, you who think you have cheap spouses!

Potty Talk

So here's a little bit of toddler heaven tonight before I'm off to bed. I was in the hall walking toward the bathroom, and heard my sweet E talking about nugget something-or-other. As I got closer and entered the bathroom, she looked up at me with a normal, serious face, and, after looking back at her doody in the toilet, she said "it's just a little nugget mommy. just a little nugget in there." And flushed. And indeed, I suppose I'd to have to agree. It looked a lot like a nugget of some sorts. Huh. What do you know about that? Just a little nugget to end your evening.