I lost my good hairbrush somewhere in the truck last week. I can't remember how it ended up in the truck (possibly hidden in something by Wyatt) but I noticed it when I was driving and I looked in the rear view mirror and saw Wyatt brushing Sammy's hair from his car seat. I recall confiscating the brush and putting it somewhere really safe, but not a clue where that was 2 hours later after the kids and supplies were unloaded from the truck. I looked for it quickly again this morning as I was loading the kids up to take them to the Children's Museum in downtown Pittsburgh, but to no avail. Forever lost I thought. We spent all morning and a bit of the afternoon at the museum and then I got ready to load the kids into their car seats and low and behold I spotted my lost hairbrush. Here's the great part.....it was sitting face up in Jonah's car seat. Apparently he had rode all the way to the museum atop a hairbrush bristles pointed up and never made a peep (in hindsight he did squirm a little when I struggled to strap him in to his car seat which seemed a little tighter than usual....) and pleasantly chatted and gurgled for 30 minutes while I drove along. In the true problem-solving tradition, today we initiated a new tradition called "Booty Call" at the beginning of each trip! So much for the Mom of the Year award!
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These pictures are of Wyatt and my friend Carrie's little girl, Lauren, playing with a HUGE Light Brite today at the museum. They loved it!
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