Everything Has It's Place.

My wife, whom I love greatly, is knee deep in the nesting phase of her second pregnancy (We're having a little girl in May if I haven't mentioned it!!). My wife is constantly fluttering around the house and securing the twigs and sticks that makes up a nice nest. Well this is all well and good... until I NEED something. Like my wallet, my car keys, the cord that allows me to download pictures from my camera to our computer. I love her. I know I've said that already, but I really do. Our house is looking fantastic. She even turned our garage into an art studio. What kind of artist wouldn't love THAT!! I'm just saying. I need a map, a hint, or a clue if I want to find the waffle iron. Sorry Chase, it's pancakes again. Mommy hid the waffle iron, along with your high chair, the silverware and your sippy cups. Everyday is a scavenger hunt. Which isn't such a bad thing if you're up for the adventure.