Mama, It's sparkly down there.

The Dictator woke up this morning singing her ABC's.  I especially love the L-M-N-O-P part.

So I lie her down to get her dressed and ready for her standard breakfast...a frozen waffle, with powder-sugar...I can't believe that I just admitted that... and all the while she is saying something.
She is actually usually very easy to understand, but I'm not sure I'm getting it..."Mama - it sparkly down there." What?? "it sparkly down there!" Ok.
So I rip open her diaper and sure enough...it sparkly down there. I would say about an art projects worth of glitter to be exact.
I have no idea how or when that may have happened, but I have to admit, in nearly 8 years, it was the most beautiful, dirty diaper I have ever seen.

I have actually been finding odd things all over today.
I found a squooshed worm on the kitchen floor when I was sweeping up powdered-sugar, batteries under the guest room pillow when I was changing the sheets, and just now an orange segment under my foot, under the computer desk. Nice.
I never find money though, not even under the couch cushions.

Yesterday, after a very quick game of kick the soccer ball while swinging at top speeds, I was ordered to take out the wagon so sparkly- pooper could enjoy a tour of our cul-de-sac.
As we're walking, I see something laying in the gutter.

I'll be damned...that's where my cell phone went.