My Little Quirklings

Carson - is a hoarder. Not really; except under his pillow. The boy loves to organize and clean and straighten, but he has enough junk under his pillow to open a small pawn shop. He gets these little attachments and then sleeps with them in his clutches. Currently there:
His Prayer Rock (he has had it for over a year now)
A Pipe cleaner snake
A letter from my mom
Chapstick
A folded up paper fan
Bracelets made from plastic beads and pipe cleaner
The Cat in the Hat Comes Back (his current favorite)
Various Christmas gifts
(not to mention he sleep with four stuffed animals)

Drake - also has an obsession with his pillow. Like a lot of babies, he liked the tags on his blankets...he still does. He cannot sleep unless the tag side of his pillow is the one exposed. He has played the tag on his pillow sooooo much that it's a thread bare string with a nasty, gnarly ball on the end of it. It honestly looks like a thick spider web/string with a dead fly wrapped up in the end of it. He fondles and plays with that little gross ball until he falls asleep. He will shove it in his nose, rub it on his lips, roll it in his fingers, caress his face with it. You get the idea.
It makes me gag just thinking about it. To top it off, Drake removes his pillowcase EVERY time he wakes up. I don't know why, and it drives me bonkers having to put in on two to three times a day. It is incredibly awkward trying to put the pillow case on without touching the nasty string ball on the end of the pillow, and yet, I have done it hundreds of times.

Brooks - my little "poopsie". Brooks only poops every couple of days. I don't know why his little system does what it does, but it is EXHAUSTING! Because of the delays, I always feed him prune juice with his rice cereal instead of using water. I just don't want him to get stopped up. So far, there is certainly not a problem with that. Even though he is runnin' like a river, he stores up everything his little system can hold (colon, small intestine, large intestine, stomach, and maybe even the food I haven't fed him yet), and blasts the living daylight out of his diaper, onesie, sleeper or outfit, and usually his blanket too. It is always an astronomical mess accompanied with lots of groaning, gagging, and giggling by the onlookers.