Hurricane Sissy - what does it leave in it's wake?

When I crack a joke about Hurricane Sissy hitting land - I am only kind of joking.  She is a BUSY girl, with the attention span of gnat and creativity beyond words.  Sissy like to re-organize.  And by re-organize I mean get into stuff and put things away in different spots.  We didn't have her this weekend, and it ended up being a good thing on accounta we are all sick, but she did spend an hour and a half with me Thursday morning before school.  It's now Sunday and I'm still finding little remnants of the storm left behind.

She loves my dresser top.  Even though I remind her a gazillion times to stay out of my jewelry box, she is drawn to it like a flea to a dog..  I have resorted to hiding my good stuff underneath the drawer of the box and leaving the many wristbands on top for her to play with. 

(they are now Buzz's necklaces)

She also dislikes barrettes in her hair.  Even though we all tell her how cute they are and how it holds her bangs out of her eyes, she doesn't care and as soon as my back is turned she slips them out and ditches them. 

(what do you mean a hair barrette doesn't go in the pantry with the jello and ravioli?)

She also doesn't like to put things back where they belong.  Even though I remind her that if we don't, we won't be able to find them when we want to use them again.  Instead, when reminded it's time to put things away she rushes to find a "safe spot" and declares it good enough.

(and Nemo totally belongs in my nightstand drawer.  With the icy/hot, ace wraps and other assorted aches/pain relievers)

Sometimes her stashing of stuff is a matter of convenience.  As in:

"Honey, grab your coat it's time to go now"

"Can I take my baby ball wif me to schoo?"

"No, we have to leave it here, there will be toys at school"

It then becomes much more efficient to stash your prized item in something that no one else really pays attention to so that you know it will be safe.

(see that little green ball to your left?  that's her baby ball.  Dropped into a Halloween decoration that has yet to be put away.  Betcha 10 bucks, that the minute she walks in my house Tuesday morning, she will go right there and retrieve her baby ball)

Sometimes, the leaving objects in strange places is merely a result of the gnat attention span.  You know, you have something in your hands, you start to do something else.  Next thing you know, you can't remember what happened to whatever it was in your hands.

(the magnetic x soon lost it's place when she was distracted by the fruit snacks in the pantry)

And some remnants of the beloved Hurricane are nothing more than the fruits of a 3 year's imagination and creativity.

(not quite sure what she was working on when she put the scale in the hall and lined shoes up on it)

At any rate.  I have two days to get my house cleaned and ready for the house sitters.  Meanwhile, I should call the FAA, the Coast Guard and prolly Homeland security to warn them of what is headed to CA later this week.

Hurricane Sissy - she'll likely be a Cat 5 since we "go big or go home"

**Preemptive apologies to any fellow passengers aboard our Southwest Flights, the other families staying in our hotel, and to all MCRD employee's, recruits, and family members.  No need for panic or fear, just batton down your hatches and prepare.