I Always Feel Like…

somebody’s watching me! As you may or may not know, my house is filled with the pitter patter of little (2 year old) and bigger (8 year old) feet and along with the  pitter patter comes toys- lots of toys. And these sneaky little guys manage to leave them in the most unexpected places.

I have these dolls in a wire basket and an old Weeble hiding on a shelf in my office.

I never know when a Lego guy will be peaking out from his hiding spot.

peeking lego guy

This rabbit that 2 year old Beej swears came from Teletubby land is always sticking his head out from behind his newest hiding place- today’s being the lid to the train box. And Teletubby Dipsy, who usually sleeps with Beej, snuck down and peeked out at me from behind Pooh the other day.

I don’t remember encountering tricky toys like these the first time I went through the kid thing. Maybe I was just too busy raising the kids to stop and notice. These little surprise faces peeking up at me always make me smile. They are always a welcome reminder of my special boys- as if I could ever forget them!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Peek

Have a great week!

-Kat

4 thoughts on “I Always Feel Like…

    1. I never know what I’m going to find or where it will be. Little Beej is forever stuffing things in the side of my chair or even the back…He has his own logic for the things he does. 🙂

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  1. This is really sweet. At least they are cute faces peeking out at you!

    I see faces in so many thing, even plug sockets! At least the faces around your house are actual faces!!

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