Bloody Hell

6:05 a.m. I wake to a little voice in the dark.

"Mommy, I think I need a tissue."

I turn on the light, grab a tissue, roll back and there's MP -- sleepy eyes half open, sitting up in bed ... covered with blood. All over her face, pjs, hands and sheets.

The only reason I don't completely freak out at this moment, is because we've been through this before. Yes, my sweet little girl is a nose picker. She even picks IN HER SLEEP. She's a sleeppicker. Seriously.

So I had to chuckle when I found this online ... I may have to try this woman's bandage idea.

Bag Lady

Things MP has accumulated over the past week. And has to keep.

1 (one) Dixie cup from lunch at preschool.
1 (one) used napkin from lunch at preschool (tucked carefully in her cubbie alongside its buddy Dixie cup).
1 (one) fruit snacks wrapper.
2 (two) used Scooby Doo Band-Aids.
1 (one) empty, used baggie.
1 (one) empty strawberry Gogurt wrapper.
2 (two) empty Dora The Explorer yogurt cups. (Which actually make decent bath toys, so I'll cut her some slack.)

Oh, and did I mention how much she loves the little shopping cart Santa brought her?