Keys

Elijah has spent the last week carrying JD's keys around. Not just any key ring, but he's only interested in the few that house a blue tractor key! He wakes up asking for them in the morning and we generally pry them out of his little hand once he is asleep at night. I'm quite sure he holds them all day in hopes of getting a tractor ride once JD comes home from work.

Here he is this morning with his entire face in the wheat bucket; you can see a glimpse of the key in his hand.

What is amazing is that he hasn't put them down anywhere, not even when he's playing outside - until this morning! This morning we had to do a thorough yard search for Daddy's key ring. I sent Ben and James out twice to look and nothing turned up. So, I pulled out the "big guns;" a $2 reward for the first one who found them; then I started looking myself. In no time flat, Ben recalled that he had taken Elijah into the barn and sure enough, there the keys were found. Now Ben is $2 richer (and Tori and Julia are a quarter richer since Julia started crying that she didn't find them.)

I hid the keys and distracted Elijah with pop-pop, it's about the only food that he'll stop for.

We are still busy, busy at the rental house. I'm preparing to paint the ugliest pink room you've ever seen and carpet installers are beginning to work tomorrow. The carpets smell like dogs since they had two huge blood-fang dogs that they were never allowed to have. (For the record, we do allow pets, but they are supposed to be approved and they are supposed to pay a pet deposit for carpet cleaning.)