Seven hundred and twenty pages.
Loose sheet music. Out of order.
Once I started getting it back together and into the binder I noticed that one end of the table was seriously smudged. It looked as if I had slathered the girls hands with peanut butter and told them to go nuts.
Although some days do get a little chaotic around here I don't recall doing such a thing. But maybe?......
Upon closer inspection I realized that these prints went too far into the table to be my little people.
Then someone pooped, someone got stuck under a table, someone else needed a snack and I forgot all about the smudges.
While the girls were playing outside with Lilang and the neighbors, I came inside to clean up a little.
It was then that I spotted this.
I am partly to blame. For two years after we moved into this house I put a dining room chair next to the window with the blinds turned so that Buike could see when we were coming and going. Then when I was pregnant with the twins we started contemplating selling our house and I moved the chair back under the table to avoid weird carpet marks by the window.
Apparently our poor little buddy was missing his perch.
And he takes his job as guard dog very seriously.
So when I said to him
Buike Green, what do you think you're doing?
He gave me this look that meant,
Oh, good. You're here. Do you think you could move that chair so I can keep a better eye on my girls?
And so, after my heart melted just a bit, I did.
Neighborhood Watch has nothing on him.