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The Whirling Vortex of Chaos.

That's our new nickname for Sam. The boy has a special talent for making a mess. I know I'm still relatively new to this parenting gig, but I've really never seen anything quite like it. In a matter of seconds, he can dismantle any room -- books on the ground in a jumble, toys akimbo, toilet paper unspooled, stacks of laundry demolished.

Lately he's expanded his field of expertise to include hiding things. This morning, for example, Sam and I were actually dressed and fed and ready to walk out the door, shopping list in hand, at the early hour of 9 a.m. The only problem . . . I couldn't find my keys.

Sigh.

So I began my search, crouching down to survey the house from the perspective of a three foot munchkin. After twenty minutes of searching, I found the keys behind the toilet in the guest bathroom. And, bonus, during my search I also uncovered the hair brush that had gone missing the day before. The stud finder is still MIA.

The problem with this game of hide and seek is that one of Sam's favorite hiding spots is the garbage can (this actually works both ways; he also enjoys taking things out of the garbage can -- i.e., garbage -- and spreading them around the house). So when things disappear, we're never sure if they're just missing temporarily . . . or if the City of Stuart has hauled them off during its twice weekly garbage pick-up.

Posted 24 January 2005 at 07:43 PM