Monday, September 22, 2008

Where's the lemon?

I took down one of our kitchen gates a few weeks ago, and Little Elvis loves the new freedom of wondering into the kitchen any time he wants. He loves pulling all of the contents in his drawer out, pulling the snack foods out of our step stool, climbing on the step stool so he can pull stuff off the cabinets, pulling apples out of the fruit/veggie bin... You get the picture, he loves making a mess.
This week he's been pulling all of the magnets off of it and scattering them around the house. While that's fun, it's a whole lot more fun to commandeer the fridge once it's opened.
He plants his sturdy little body right inside the door so it won't close. He's hard to move even if my hands aren't full or contaminated.
Little Elvis likes to pull as many bottles out of the door as possible -- Italian dressing, Worcestershire sauce, BBQ sauce, jelly, ketchup, mustard and the lemon juice lemon.


Most of the bottles he leaves in the kitchen, but the lemon he takes with him all over the house. He won't let go of it until he finds something equally or more interesting -- say a headband or the alarm clock.

Sometimes at night, Bob will find the lemon in the strangest places, like the bathroom or closet.

Yesterday, Little Elvis was playing with the lemon when it suddenly disappeared. I couldn't find it, and mentioned it to Bob when he got home. We figured one of us would stumble upon it before we put Little Elvis down for the night.

After he'd been asleep for about an hour, it dawned on me that we still hadn't found the lemon. We checked under beds, dressers, chairs, in drawers, garbage cans, just about any and every place imaginable. But we couldn't find the lemon.

Maybe it was in his bedroom? I checked this morning. That lemon was no where to be found.

Bob decided, just for the fun of it, to look in the fridge. And there it was, nestled between the ketchup and jelly.

Most likely I am the one who put the lemon there. I cannot for the life of me remember doing this.

So, yes, we spent our Sunday night searching for a lemon that wasn't lost. Hope your Sunday night was just as exciting.

8 Comments:

Blogger Laura said...

that is sweet...or sour...well, anyways - it is way cute!

3:13 PM  
Blogger Kristi said...

HA! Well, his fascination could be with hiding something a lot smellier-like cloves of garlic or eggs. ;)

6:05 PM  
Blogger mpotter said...

that's not a line you hear very often: we spent the night searching for a lemon that wasn't lost.

that was great!!
ha.

9:37 PM  
Blogger Scarlet O'Kara said...

Elvis has good taste...'cause I love lemons too!

11:20 PM  
Blogger Kellan said...

What a cute story! That is a fun little bottle, isn't it?

Take care - Kellan

10:22 PM  
Blogger Marla said...

Too funny. Sounds like me most days.

9:19 PM  
Blogger MoziEsm√© said...

How funny!

Esme loves fridge contents too and insists on carrying the hot sauce around from time to time.

And lemons - we have 5-6 lemon trees so there's no shortage of them. She likes to throw them around like balls.

8:16 AM  
Blogger Ann(ie) said...

HA!! I love it. Ben loves rummaging through the fridge. His fave is the tabasco sauce!

12:35 AM  

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