Give a toddler stickers and you’ll find them in all sorts of places.
The coffee table:
The hardwood floor:
I was too pregnant to try and clean this up when G stuck it on the floor last year (yes, last year and no, I’m not ashamed to admit that). Since then I’ve been too forgetful to clean it up. And too lazy. Why bother when another one will probably replace it?
At least it isn’t a random piece of cheese or fruit bar or something you actually notice when you’re walking around.
This was puzzling. It’s too high for the boys to have put it there on purpose. My guess is a sticker ended up on one of our shirts and it was transferred to the door.
The baby’s hands:
Which leads, of course, to the baby’s mouth:
And my favorite thus far, the baby’s stomach. Where it didn’t want to come off: