I have decided stickers are the worst and best thing that have happened to me lately. Nothing can simultaneously keep Blythe more occupied, while creating a never ending scavenger hunt for me.
I have found stickers everywhere:
the door frames
in Becks' mouth
on Becks' back
on my socks
in my shoes
in the washing machine
in the dryer
in the car
on my pillow
no my coat
You name it, it has been stickered around here.
I now have to do a 360 in the mirror before leaving the house to make sure I don't have twelve stickers on my behind or in my hair.
I kind of hate them. And I kind of love them.