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July 13, 2011

When a Frog Says I Love You

Those of you who have been following this blog for longer than a few days know that I'm currently living at Threat Level Red, compliments of house projects and the impending birth of our second reason to love Pampers. In fact, those two things seem to be the prevailing panic-inducers happening in our household right now, but with a toddler who prefers spaghetti sauce to shampoo, things are never quite that simple.

Granted, I don't know how most families do things, but bath night around here is generally EVERY SINGLE NIGHT unless we feed the toddler through a straw, and any of you who have had the apocalyptic pleasure of meeting Spaghettizilla know exactly why that isn't possible. You also understand why he owns very few white shirts.

Along with the nightly bath comes out the heap o' toys. Truthfully, I'm surprised there's any room left in the tub for the toddler after all of the Made In China stickers are dumped into the water. Fisher Price should be giving us a discount since we've single-handedly helped them through the lagging economy. YOU'RE WELCOME.

As much as I love watching the toddler frolic in the tub amongst the singing baby turtle and purple octopi, the heap o' toys (which have staked a claim to the floor of our bathtub as their home sweet home) have been bothering me lately. It's true, I have much bigger issues on my plate right now like making sure this baby stays inside for another eleven days til we're full-term and finishing the organization of our nursery while simultaneously beginning to decorate that room for our little one and SOMEONE PLEASE HAND ME A PAPER BAG BEFORE I HYPERVENTILATE AND DIE ON THE FLOOR.

Despite it all, the fact of the matter is that the heap o' toys in the bathtub were really starting to bother me, but at Threat Level Red, I wasn't about to take the time to do anything about it. The hubs, on the other hand, after being informed that I had specific plans for where everything would be going in the nursery and to please be supportive but not to enter that room UPON PAIN OF DEATH, decided to conquer the tub project for me.
Frog Pod
Now it's one less thing on my list and one less reason I have to lie awake at night wondering why Fisher Price can't manufacture color-correct octopi. Because sometimes, installing a plastic frog to contain the heap o' toys is the very best way to say I love you.


  1. We have the lady bug version...they are fantastic!

  2. We love that little frog too . . . so resourceful and cute :)