Boys Live Here.....

It's a fact that's hard to miss. Outside there are footballs and soccer balls everywhere, along with little cars and trucks, pirate swords and piles of dirt. Inside isn't much better.

I try to keep one step ahead of the boy-clutter. Lord knows I try. I even attempt to make my own presence known - and not be leaving my underwear in the floor, either.

The other day while in Hobby Lobby shopping for art supplies, I picked up these cute little pumpkins for my dining room table. Clint helped me trade out the green apples that usually rest in the pewter tray.

What did I find 48 hours later?

Golf balls.....in my pumpkins?!?!

Oh, Lord.

I threw my head back in disgust. I took a deep breath and slowly opened my eyes.

What the...?!?!?!

What IS that on top of the column-thingy in my dining room?

A sock. A little, tiny sock. Way up high. And all this time I thought the dryer ate them.

(Please excuse the blurriness of this picture. I decided to laugh...you know, in lieu of crying.)

Yep, there's no doubt about it. Boys live here.

And I surrender.