I'm nesting...

I'm nesting: 

I think all or most preggo women go through this. That time toward the end of your pregnancy when you just can't stop organizing and cleaning! This month has been nuts! I think I'm driving Jon crazy telling him to move this here, sell that, and donate that pile to the rescue mission! Every time I turn around I find something new I want to fix.

The upside is that my house is more organized and put together than it has been for a LONG time. Harmy is due on Monday, and I'm almost satisfied that I'm ready for her to get here! Now if she can just make it past Friday. The local rescue mission is coming to pick up a bunch of stuff, hehe.

She' Sneaky!

Isn't it amazing how devious and sneaky one little two year old can be? I mean, seriously! How can my  cute little bundle of energy that grabs my legs and says, "Mommy, I snuggle you!" be so sneaky to her loving Mommy? 

My daughter has decided that if Mommy can't find her blankie, that means she doesn't need to go to sleep. 2 nights ago, after going through her bedtime routine and tucking her in, I kissed her good night and witnessed as she tucked her blankie down behind her bed. She did it right in front of me! Then she started crying and asking me, "Where blankie go! Where blankie go!?" 

WHAT? You're two years old, my little one! How can you be pulling this stuff already? I gave it back to her, and told her if she did it again she would lose the blankie. Then I left the room. A few seconds later...."Mommy! Where blankie go!" followed by panic stricken cries from her room! Of course, I found the blankie behind the bed and had to take it away from her. 

I THOUGHT she'd learned her lesson, but noooooooooooo. Not my child. The next day at nap time she started crying about her blankie. The first place I checked was behind the bed. It wasn't there. I looked all over the house, but couldn't find it anywhere. So I gave her the backup blankie. That night when I put her to bed, I unzipped her stuffed pony and guess what I found? YUP! HER BLANKIE! She'd stuffed it in her pony and zipped it up so I couldn't find it! 

I'm sure this means she's some kind of genius or something, but can't she find the cure for cancer or start developing musical masterpieces? Why does it have to be evil genius? 

Should I be scared?