A New Kind of Pick-up Artist

Ever hear this one...

"Hey Baby, are your legs tired?"

"No, why?"

"'Cause you been runnin' through my mind all day."

Gone are the days of crowded bars, loud music and "old school" pick-up lines.

I am a new kind of pick-up artist...
Pick up the half-eaten bowl of Cheetos off the living room floor that is sitting next to Buzz Lightyear and one of the characters from the Cars movie. Grab the DVD remote that is now missing its batteries (which are cleaverly hidden underneath the couch amongst the tufts of long, blonde dog hair). But wait! Don't forget the box of baby wipes sitting on the couch along with one child's shoe and sock, Wii remote perched atop the back of the couch, a sippee cup of milk, a hairbrush from the morning primping session and a napkin from the first snack of the day (peanut butter and crackers). And that's just one room!

And exactly who are these ungrateful, selfish individuals who haphazardly leave their belongings strewn about my humble abode? They are Cheetos eating, milk drinking, Disney watching, pretend playing, sock wearing, potty training, scripture learning, music singing, rays of sunshine. They are my breath, my life, my babies. They are three little dumplings...giggly angels...Sister A, Middle A, and Baby AJ.

I will pick up after these three until my body is too arthritic to bend over. Then I guess they'll have to start to pick up after me!