{the.wednesday.whistle}

dear Mikki and Katie…

so this topic probably isn’t totally “life affirming” and won’t give you the warm fuzzies or anything. sorry about that. sometimes i just need to bang away at these computer keys about something not so soul serious. and the not-so-serious topic today is PixOs! {for those mothers/fathers/caretakers who have not been ever so blessed with the arrival of PixOs! please click HERE to find out what they heck they are…all the while noting my sarcasm surrounding the word “blessed”}.

alright, as you can see from the website this toy has some major awesomeness potential. i believe infomercials on NICK JR may have somehow perpetuated {and slightly or more than slightly exaggerated} the awesomeness potential, but you can make cool designs and it looks like a fun craft to do as a family, and it’s colorful and it’s relatively painless in the overall execution of said ‘fun’. {umm girls… remember Moon Sand??? don’t even go there with that eye rolling of yours…get that stuff in your contacts and you might as well buy a new set of eyeballs…}. well….while these little pixels of PixOs look completely harmless and full of refreshing gaiety….they are, in fact, devilish mini balls of horror to homemakers and vacuums alike. because, while yes, it comes with this adorable little dispenser to color coordinate your PixOs!, they must have forgotten to add the PixO maid that is required to then pick them up off the floor/carpet/bookcases/counter/top of the fridge {seriously girls…TOP OF THE FRIDGE???!!!} for HOURS after this crafty merrymaking event has ended. and yes, you CAN make lovely little designs and somewhat sweet replicas of cute, cuddly animals. however, it is apparently SO much more fun to flick them at each other from opposite ends of the table to see who could hit who first , as you two were doing this morning while i was in your room….cleaning. and while i was in there {did i mention i was cleaning?}  my mommy intuition {aka…experience}  told me that it was MUCH too quiet for any admirable play to actually be going on in the living room, but unfortunately i didn’t come out until i saw the cat in the hallway rolling around in 46 assorted PixOs with an almost inebriated, uninhibited joy. therefore, i was somewhat shocked to find that my handmade, wool rug had been almost completely covered with these delightful {not} dots, as well as the tv stand, the kitchen table, the coffee table, the book case, and, as i found when i was passionately {somewhat angrily} collecting each of the 1,456,231 PixOs in an airtight container that shall never be opened again as long as i live, the top of the fridge. i am destined to step on and vacuum these things up for as long as we live in this house.

the moral of this story????

hmmmm……how about…i still love you so much, and i even laughed a little when i found them on the fridge {a little bit…not a lot}, and you guys keep it interesting that is for sure, and lastly, that i should never buy these again….yes, this pain was self inflicted as it almost always is.

all my love darlings,

p.s. daily mantra: people always say that, when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. but that’s not true, is it? you know, and i know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more….Jodi.Picoult

p.p.s: and no, i don’t belive you, Katie. Penelope {the cat} did not make ALL this mess.