Ok, so I guess the moral of the following story is DO NOT take parenting advice from me.....
Today while trying to pick up the house I was a little stressed...you know tired, needed to get ready for a baby shower, not feeling well...blah, blah, blah....and I was doing the dishes. While I was doing the dishes Evan was piling EVERYTHING in the kitchen telling me he was getting his stuff ready for a show. This included ALL of our shoes, toys, q-tips, etc. I asked him to move his stuff nicely and he refused he insisted he needed EVERY pair of shoes for this show. I tried to remian calm...I think I even tried counting to TEN, but it finally got to me and I told him to get the "bunch of shit" out of the kitchen. So..... he moved it all to the great room and then in his oh so innocent and nice voice informed me that the "bunch of shit" was now in the living room. All I can say is OOPS! My new years resolution is to try and not sweat the small stuff.......does a pile of shoes as high as the counter count as small or large? Not sure!
