The Best Part...

You might think the best part of this photo is the kiddo on my back.  Monkeying his way onto my back has long been a favorite pastime of the Littler One, no matter what I'm doing at the time.  Watching TV? Need a monkey.  Loading the dishwasher?  Might need a monkey. Nursing a baby?  Must need a monkey.  Household chores?  Definitely need a monkey. 

You might think the best part is the look of intense concentration as I calmly, smoothly, steadily sweep the floor.  Mostly spruce needles and other Christmas tree debris, but other everyday crumbs and gunk too.

But the BEST part is when you look closely at the top of my head.  Zoom in if you have to (click the pic to see a bigger version).  See it there on the left side?  That would be the twigs and small bits of Christmas tree stuck in my hair, from when I crawled under said tree to water it that morning, that I won't even realize are there until several hours from this point.  I'll find a twig and go "Huh. I wonder how on earth I got a twig [singular] in my hair.  Way to go, Skerrib."  And an hour or two after that I'll find a green spruce needle and several other little bits, which will get me to wondering if I've truly lost my marbles until I remember about the watering the tree from earlier.  I will then comb through my hair thoroughly with my fingers on an intense hunt for any ticks that may have dropped in (and thankfully find none). 

I will then conclude that yes indeed, I have definitely lost my marbles...