The Rice Scoop

I'm coming out of my funk from the past couple of weeks, and frankly life just keeps chugging along whether I'm ready or not!

Take for instance, this week's moment:

"Do you like roly poly bugs, Mom?"
"Not really."
"Well, I do. I have a collection!"
"That's nice." (while doing my hair)

My mom alert should have been on at this point. Red flag goes un-noticed.

"Jackson, could you scoot Alex onto the Boppie pillow? He keeps rolling over and getting stuck. It's right next to him."
"I did it, Mom! He's happy now."
"Thanks, that helps me a lot." (a glance over tells me Alex is all situated, although the pillow appears to be on something)

Why isn't my mom alert working? Second red flag.

The phone rings, it's my sister, and we visit for 10 minutes or so.
Alex is quiet, and I assume he's liking his new view propped up on the pillow. I am wrapping up the conversation, check on Alex and SCREAM into the phone.

There are...... roly poly bugs....... everywhere..... on the carpet..... on the Boppie..... ON ALEX!! Alex is happily gurgling in the center of it all.

Now I know what was lumpy under the pillow..... Jackson's collection cup.

As gross as their little spidery legs are, I started scooping them up. I hate it when they roll into their creepy balls.

These pictures don't do it justice, since I had already started picking up the bugs before I thought to grab the camera.....

This is all that I could collect immediately, but I probably found about 20 more through the course of the day in my room.

Evidence again that Alex is the sixth child. Mothering epic fail! :(